[Hook: Rick Ross]
Pork on the fork, white in the pot
By any means, if ya like it or not
Malcolm X, by any means
Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans
As-Salamu Alaykum, Wa `alaykums-salām
Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don
Real n***a, street certified
Hit the streets whip cost three-thirty-five
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
No pork on the fork, but it's white in the pot
We charging you n***as up you like it or not
Drop the work off the scale, throw some ice in the pot
Then let that Arm & Hammer, hammer it right to a lot
Tryna whip a Rollie or Cartier
Shout out to this Pyrex, that bought this Audemeer
Oops I meant Audemar, my whole team got 'em
You loving the same b**h my whole team poppin'
One hundred dough, I'm wherever that money go
Glock 9 in my underclothes, you cop two of them, we frontin' four
f** n***as we don't f** with those, bad b**hes never loved them though
Keep them round but never trust them no, this 62 so comfortable
I'm a field n***a, you a house n***a
I'm a real n***a and you's a mouse n***a
Code rat, which means you code red
But I don't knock you I just blame it on your old head, rats
[Hook: Rick Ross]
[Verse 2: Wale]
Yeah, Wale though, uh
Malcolm X: Get yo hand out my pocket
Some n***as walkin' with d**h, guess they ran out of options
Tell them n***as we movin', tell them n***as to do it
I swear we going H.A.M., though some my n***as Sunni
They burn on every block, snitches here don't got no heart
sh** ain't been the same since Ronald Reagan helped Plymouth Rock
And we ain't land on it, Mr. Reagan
But it's gon make us rich, Mr. Reagan
Now, As-Salamu Alaykum Wa `alaykums-salām
She kneel down every Friday and then go to Jummah
Let 'em play with her box, she give the greatest top
She say these n***as is her prey and she makes Salat
Word, how they say that we not fly? How they say that we not workin'?
They just need convincing like Malcolm Little 'fore he converted
I'm on my deen, Inshallah, I'ma get 'er right
On the Bible you can run but you can't hide
[Hook: Rick Ross]
[Verse 3: Pill]
Marchin' for cause, they put a hole in it
Start the applause, a rebel soul lifted
Preachin' for the paper, paparazzi, federales
Several rallies, ma**, Allah's teachings through Shabazz
That's Malik, Omaha, Nebras
Corruption over cash, leave them leakin' in the cask'
Ain't better, you better rebel, smell of that cheddar and shells
Malcolm envision platinum in Africa when he sat in a cell
My religion the kitchen, proper formulas
Benjamins to make sure my pockets have an abnormal bulge
My philosophy is rocks and weed, a pot to lean, the Glock will squeeze
n***as clockin' dollars don't know how to read with mouths to feed
It's hard when starvin' Marcus Garvey mixed with Malcolm Little
Knowledge was obtained, f** your chains and your master, n***a
We in the field buildin' muscle while you watch the house
And dustin' off the porcelain and open when their co*k is out
[Hook: Rick Ross]