Meek Mill - Flamers 3: The Real lyrics

[Verse 1: Meek Mill] How my mom gone pay the bills when these jobs ain't hiring? Metal keep firing, the hood's getting tiresome (x2) Why the f** you think I go so hard when I'm writing it? Tryna feed the kids, the narcs striking us like lighting My young boy 17 took a 20 to 40 By the time he do that 20, my youngin' be 40 Called me yesterday, told me he pleaded, they caught him Couldn't beat it, co-defendants was telling our lawyer I don't spit for the kids, spit it how it is Why would I tell you something different? this is how I live How I came up junkies shooting their brains up n***as letting them things bust all over the same stuff Heard the n***a k**ed my dad still walk in these streets So what the f** you think gone happen he walk into me? Walk into murder, Glock walking the 33 Cause when that n***a k** my pop it's like he murdered me Upstate nightmares dreams of getting rich Got me grinding like a fiend tryna get his fix All they hustle for is clothes tryna to get a whip These young boys think you good if you get it brick Try to tell them n***as chill, chill don't pay the bills But how you gone pay the bills if you got a will? And how you gone feed your kids if you got a bid? But I can't blame them its the same sh** that I done did Be the ones close to you wanna do the most to you Blink your eye, turn around, n***a got the toast to you On some Rico sh**, my n***a's 21 and got the Rico hit n***as will k** their own homies on some Nino sh** For the love of the green and the American dream For the love of the money seen hysterical things n***as will serve their own moms if she ask for a beam