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[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I can never lose, chess or checkers make a move
Drippin’ in them jewels like I just got out the pool
Skinny nigga sittin’ on that money like the jews
Only time we make it to the TV if it’s the news
We was tryna make it out them trenches, you dig?
Young niggas trappin’ out them benches, you dig?
You gon’ be a felon or a witness, you dig?
All this money, murderin’ is senseless, it is
f**k ’em and tell ’em if I ain’t gon’ feed ’em
All this money I’m gettin’, prolly ain’t gon’ need ’em
Niggas said that we beefin’, prolly ain’t gon’ see ’em
I’m just pushin’ them buttons on ’em and they gon’ leave him
That’s that drumma sound, drumma sound
Bodies droppin’ in the summer now, don’t come around
I’m in Philly where niggas totin’ them millies
They pop ’em just like they wheelies
You suckers’ll never feel me, I understand it
Pitch the rock we never underhand it
Clear-port we got another landin’
Touchdown in Miami another Patek that’s another Grammy
I never put the money over family
Pussies they forever fear me
That money made me a monster
No more noodles we eatin’ pasta
Dick [?] rappers they eat lobster
We been eatin’ steak nigga we mobsters
[Verse 2: Mel Love]
We Dreamchasers, laser that beam-chaser
We need paper, scr*pers, I’m speed racer
Told that b**ch [?]
[?]
80 niggas so fake, they out of order
Hold the work it could swim and take all the water
[?] motherf**kin’ the [?] shark in the water
We done came from all the muscle
My nigga came from a quarter
To a motherf**kin’ stone, puttin’ in a order
Or puttin’ niggas on order
[?]
Serve the work up out the drop I’m puttin’ in on the order
Tryna get this rap money, and stack it like trap money
But others like crack money
Let’s get that work from the border
Tryna line up and get it, [?]
I’ma line up all my nigga and f**k it I won for them
What I want for myself and f**k it don’t need no help
All that we ever had, we all that we ever got
Came from onions and soda
Baking soda and pots
Arm and Hammer that’s yolla, tryna bang on the block
Workin’ shifts on the boat, runnin’ around the clock
But f**k it I’ve been so hot
Send all these niggas Chasers the squad
I be different the f**k off my dick
I’m in my nine niggas trippin’
Gon’ slide on who, niggas weak
And I don’t fear no man so let’s beef nigga
[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Its a war goin’ outside nobody safe from
Layin’ where its no opportunity had to make some
Said it wasn’t room in them rooms had to take some
When I got my foot in the door brought my day ones
A1s and they got tecs like Draymond
Chef like Raekwon, in the kitchen with napalm flame sh*t
Bad b**ch with me gettin’ her slay on
Let me in this b**ch I’ma stay on
Any nigga in the way we’ll pull that k on
Fill his clothes up with holes tell him get his J on, Yeezus
I’m too rich to be this reckless
Spent two bricks just on my necklace, I’m just coutin’ my blessings
Young nigga started with nothin’ cause I was destined
f**k nigga runnin’ the game I can’t accept it
Think about it, now that Trump won the election
They gon’ try and box us out like the Mexicans, ándale
Runnin’ the ye, see the cops go the other way
I just bought my dawg a brick like the other day
He couldn’t get his momma nothin’ on Mother’s Day
So I put him on help him get his money straight, that’s gang
Let me get it
Niggas say they be with me, but I don’t be with niggas
Diamonds shinin’ like a [?] all my pieces hitin’ lit
Them niggas broke they can’t be beefin’ with us
Put some respect up on my name all tree them niggas
I got a fetish for Lamborghinis and fettuccine
Bad b**ches that never see me want to double team me
Triple double get what I want like I own a genie
Aladdin, my b**ch look like Jasmine
f**kin’ with that nigga and you know he told
I’m the realest nigga on the totem pole
Chasin’ down the money ’til I overload
Two bad b**ches on the menu I take both of those
I don’t care if they was real sisters
Niggas broke talkin’ like they real niggas
Only thing that’s real about ’em is that they real bitter
And real salty f**k ’em
That’s what we on too
Make sure you go get that YG Still Brazy
We came through the trenches
As YG when he was 23 he was givin’ me Glocks like it was water
[Verse 4: Meek Mill]
Let me [?] an acapella before we get out of here
We gon’ get to that sh*t when we get back
Ten years of probation, that’s 3650 days sh*t
How I’m supposed to make it
I’m tryna work and they givin’ me violations
Shackles on my ankles still runnin’, dreamin’, and chasin’
Runnin’ out of patience, sick and tired of waitin’
My niggas turned they back to the streets and I really hate it
Fathers wasn’t lovin’ they sons filled ’em with hatred
Put them white cops in hood knowin’ they racist
Settin’ us up for failure, made us rebellious
Judge slammin’ that hammer and nailed us
We was sheltered by section 8
‘Member nights when niggas barely ate
Oodles of noodles that was every day
Askin’ for a second chance like askin’ momma for a second plate
They hit my niggas twice they other day
We ain’t grow up like the Jenners the only choice we had was f**k with Ye
Sometimes it make me want to run away
Sometimes I see my people struggle and I want to stay
Got me thinkin’ will I ever put this gun away
No, I’m just tryna stay alive and survive through the rain and the fire
All this pain in my eyes
Wrote this verse with my blood see the stains on my palm
We got stains on our record so we can’t get a job
Learned the game from my mom
She told me everybody ain’t gon’ make it and that’s why
I stay to my motherf**kin’ self and get this money nigga
Dreamchasers you already know we in the motherf**kin’ buildin’ nigga
Clue what’s up, New York City what the f**k is up
We in this b**ch
We visualize and dream and growin’ up and being kings
Killin’ for currency out to get it any means so it seems
And the good die young, at early teens in between
In the hood I’m from, we don’t believe we could believe
Babies survivin’ off coca leaf that dope and weed
They lock us up and they throw the keys where
Nobody can find ’em and location anonymous
Man judgin’ man, man beggin’ that your honor give a chance
Sons followin’ the steps of fathers and
Fathers go to jail sons followin’ behind ’em and
Sentence with no commas its just periods behind ’em and
If you got a felony just kiss goodbye to colleges cause ain’t nobody hirin’
Fill an app try again
[?] back to sellin’ weed and movin’ crack ’til your retirement
[Outro: Meek Mill]
Yo what up its your boy Meek Milli
Get ready for Clud Radio you know what time it is in this b**ch
Nigga let’s it, double M G, DC, Dreamchasers we in the buildin’ nigga
We ain’t even got no more rap, we killin’ sh*t we ain’t doin’ no talkin’ on the interviews we out nigga
