[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
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Ugh, Lord forgive me for my sins
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I was chasin' ends
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and Im into makin' money. I aint in to making friends cause
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These niggas rattin', I aint finna take a chance
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Homie said he bout that action and grab me and take a stand
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Say loyalty make a man, got a homie and he told
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I dont even shake his hand, I dont even crack a smile
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Newance is a child, man this game so wild,
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but niggas made vows to a code I never break
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Ridin' in the heavy weight
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Thirty-six O's in the bird, call it feather weight
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Never on time, when I show up, I be ready late
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Niggas got fat while we starved they already ate
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And Im trying to get full, masks on clips full
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If he got the money we attack him like a pitbull
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We sellin' up, we sellin' hard like its a brick store
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On my dick nigga, thats what I thought your chick for
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You pissed off, I only deal with the big dogs
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Could've bought a Maybach before I signed with Rick Ross
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Thats the reason that Im turnin' up
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Doin' donuts while these haters got these niggas burnin' up
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Niggas want to murder us, this label want me purpula
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You aint talkin' money to me I need a interpreter
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Cause I cant understand that, money rubber band that
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Take off in my city, and your city where I land at
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When Im in your town forty rounds in my damn strap
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Boy what a feeling getting hit
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G5 (Freestyle)
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Meek Mill |