[Background: Meek Mill] Treat 'em like a slidin' board the way we slide on 'em Treat 'em like a Jordan jersey Put 45 on 'em [Verse 1: Lil Snupe] Look Look I'm outchea' just hoping I can get it right Remember going home at night Ain't have on no lights So I had to get it on my own And show these n***as I got it and do it just like I'm grown I can't goto my granny cuz she steady drunk And show her how I get it like I'm Donald Trump And plus my mama gone and she steady clubbin' And plus I was in these streets, I was steady thuggin' Trynna make a million dollars Put on for my own team p**y n***as go they own lane, I do my own thang Finally got a chance to do this sh**, I live my own dream Now I'm on the dream team, ball hard just like Kareem Polo horse is on me n***a One man that's all I trust Try to play me and my n***as, sware to God yah a** get bust p**y n***as trynna play me, n***a we'll f**in' rush End yah sh** Click Click Boom! k** you and yah b**h I don't give a f** about no n***a and that's real sh** Cuz my daddy he really left my life, real quick Had to f**in' grind and I had to f**in' shine I was born in '95, they gave him 20 in '99 So what you thought I was left n***a? All by myself n***a My mama had me at 16, so she really had no help n***a So I grind my own self and I had to do my own sh** And show that I got my own b**h Did this, said "f** school cuz that ain't workin" I started rappin' cuz my pockets started hurtin' And these n***as wearing skinnies, man they started jerkin' My n***as was locked up, man they prolli murkin' Free my n***a C4 man that's f**ed up (Up!) I made it out the hood, I guess I lucked up (Luck!) Now these n***as wanna see me that didn't f** with me Now they say man you acting funny when they say "wa**up?" n***a if I wasn't f**in with you then Don't f** with me now Cuz I wasn't low then and now I ain't goin' down p**y n***as try to bring me back to the bottom But if you try top bring me back, then it's gon' be a problem I got n***as in the FEDs, got n***as in the pen Got n***as who smoke weed, got n***as who drink gin But all of my n***as thuggin' even if they doin' 10 All but some of my n***as doin' 10 All committin' sins See me, I'mma young n***a But I'm a smart n***a Number 1, top shelf, state of the art n***a I'm trynna win a f**in' Grammy award And show these n***as how I do it, show 'em that I afford Imma drive a Bentley type of n***a, you a Honda Accord Better chill n***a, for I f** around and show you it's reall n***a I just do this sh** for everything I own and everything I did (Unh!) Show these n***as I'm my own [Verse 2: Meek Mill] Tell 'em I'm my own, Omelly blowin' strong I don't smoke weed but I be gettin' in my zone I remember nights in the room all alone Feelin' like Home Alone, Macaulay I remember hoes tried to play me, they ain't call me But, I got on my sh** started ballin' like Chris Pauly Had a handle A n***a play around, I melt that n***a like a candle This .40 leave his chest open like he wearin' sandles Sittin in the Bach, thinkin' bout my life Thinkin' bout my youngbul, thinkin bout my ice n***as wanna take it, take it you wouldn't make it Got the game in a headlock like I'm Jamaican These n***as talkin' bullsh**, these n***as really fakin' I muthaf**in' changed the game 'round I'm tradin' places *Beat stops* The beat had to stop cuz the cord came out But I'mma pop it back in, I got the same mouth Im on the old block, 'member the bird same house Where served on Berks, where we moved that cain out Let me get the beat back so I can catch it again (Unh!) *(Lil' Snupe): That beat just right* *(Meek Mill): Yea that beat the sh***
[Verse 3: Meek Mill] I got 5 on that sh** I remember I used to f**in' ride on that sh** I remember I had $5 to my name Was smokin' on some reggie, wasn't sellin' cain It was me Rell Geez, *ad lib* I was in the basement spittin' like I'm Lil' Wayne I was dead broke, but now I got a lil' change And I don't never be trippin out over a lil flame I remember hoes, they ain't notice me They tried to play me out Same b**hes trynna call me up and take me out I take them b**hes to the telly and we makin' out Youngbul, I get the money, I do the player route Never pay these hoes (Nope!), n***a pay yah taxes (Un Hunh!) I be out here ridin' round, with the *ad lib* A n***a want beef? Tell that n***a meet me at Max's Or better yet Ishkabibble's, n***a I Unh! Where you at O? We really in this b**h I feel like a k**a up in the dealership Blacked out, windows tinted sh** You run up on me, you gon' feel this sh** Glock 30s, FNs hold 32 Hit yah homie up and do you dirty too (Hey! Hey! Hey!) My n***as do the biz like we posed to do And Omelly gon' gun you, he get close to you (Yea!) I said, sh** gettin realer Slidin' thru the block, all-white 4-wheeler Swinging on the handle bars, like I'm a gorrilla Youngbul gettin' to the money, I'm a k**a North side, But I be on the south A n***a talk greasy then I run up on his mouth Got a mil' in the bank, hunnit in the couch A n***a playin' 'round then we runnin' in his house I seen a lotta' n***as fold for the time My n***a B-R stand up, did a dime For a ounce of crack, now we got 'eem back We gon' show 'em how we do it, how *ad lib* We gon' drop them stacks, we gon' pop them wheels Man, matter fact check, I don't know how to feel Everyday, Everyday all kinds of bills But what the f**? I'mma just wake up *ad lib* a mil' Let me catch the flow back I get that, you know that Me Omelly go back, we go down 4 flats Play around we gon' pump you up And if you wanna fight n***a we gon' lump you up I'm talkin' knock you down to the ground, stump you up Matter fact, duct tape you and trunk you up (That's what it is!) That's word to my mama I was out here ridin' round with Osama B-R had the ladder on 'eem, clip like a comma n***as talk sh**, but they don't want no drama, or problem It's dreamchasers in this b**h Addicted to the money, feind paper in this b**h Dirty money, green paper in this b**h Everytime I talk I mean paper in this b**h You see this rolly no ice? That's 30 n***a, that's a birdie! I don't gotta talk but you heard me Throw shells, I throw 'em back like a jersey Ol' school I'm iced out with no tool A n***a play around, *ad lib* no j**els Fix yah voice, protools My flow so mean, it's so smooth I'm iced out, I'm so cool But I'm so hot at the same time n***a spit the same rhymes We get locked up and come back and do the same thing we did Locked up for the same crime Cuz n***a we ain't learn yet I'm still hungry n***a, I ain't get my turn yet Big Sean, I ain't let it burn yet f** it, where the germs at? All these n***as hatin' Got on my dog collar, cuz n***as is fleas waitin' Trynna get *ad lib* out us Just bought a Range, Just bought a 7 I'm floatin' in the ghost, that b**h feel like heaven And when I'm ridin' 'round, I got the Mac 11 n***a you ain't got no heart, you funny as Kevin Lil' comedian, my n***as they be speedin' in Dippin' bobbin' weavin' and catch me I be leavin' 'em Hit him in his head, have his shirt all red And mama callin yah phone, her baby boy dead and (He gone!) You ain't here me but you heard what I said Number 2 pencil, clip full of lead Muthaf**in' *Beat stops* *(Meek Mill): I love that beat right there! That's that one right there!