[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Rob me I get them gunned down
Choppa style goons lurking when the sun down
Haters throwing bullets trying to get a touchdown
You catch them like Fitzgerald hommie when that clip spill
I've seen people go upstate with wills
Beat their appeal make it home then get k**ed
Cause sh** real n***a up in Philadel
I wet you and leave a hole in your head like k**er whale
Free Willy and Meek Milly
He really bout that ask a n***a vouch that
p**y n***a softer than a pillow top mattress
Rappers actors like Samuel L. Jackson
You throwing money, you ain't even own a crib yet
You ain't even buy that Playstation for your kids yet
You ain't send no money to your man doing bid yet
But you making it rain you a f**ing lame
Y'all lames man
I'm in the SRT with an ACP
My sneaks ACG put out an APB
I make my bars go together like the ABC
I'm the club throwing dubs sipping A-C-E, spado
Ain't talking Tony when we say that yayo
In the kitchen we Miracle Whipping like its mayo
We hit the block and hit the rock like Ay-o
On the grizzy my shooters with me call them O.J. Mayo, woah!