[Verse: Meek Mill]

One yourself and two -- run up with three gats

A 4-5, or six shot seven let eight clap

The nine milli throw ten shots where your face at

And the mac eleven touch you where the twelve-gauge at

When I was thirteen, had fourteen grams and eight gats

Turned fifteen, started spitting sixteens of straight crack

By seventeen, eighteenth street where I played that

Nineteen -- on the corner with twenty and they trappin'

Playing with my money like playing with my emotions

Flowing off that water like I'm laying in thе ocean

Roasted, I make you disappеar hocus pocus

We leaving suckers like they Jerry Rice, wide open

In the field it get real, your block slow motion

In the bills rollin' ninjas like a coaster

Gotta catch a -- sleeping late night

Stick 'em with the toaster

Make 'em put it all in like he was playing poker

Cuz I remember days, nights, I couldn't even think right

Niggas gettin' murked out, I'm clutching on that thing tight

I wouldn't even a blink like: Blink once, blink twice

Cuz that'll get your life snatched faster than a Tyson match

Pull up to the scene so fresh so clean in a seven-four pound with the windows rolled down

Like twenty on my neck, feel like the king, no crown

I be proud of them they def in on my gear we low down

Red horse, red stripes, red Porsche, red lights

Tell me stop cuz I'm killin' 'em, got chains like chameleons

Lames they not feeling him but tell him keep hatin'

Praying on my downfall, tell 'em keep waitin'

I'll be here, I'll be there, when I rock some Rocawear

I'm so fly, when I go there, why would I lie, no I don't care

I ride that five without no fear, keep that chopper on deck

If a hater run up on me, hit 'em up with no (Grrrat)

Its big business, big bills, and big choppers

Cherry red Challenger, lookin' like a lobster

All black D's on it, hoes holla

Sliding through your area, why is they comparing us?

Serious, numbers on my check look like a serial

And I still got the block jumpin', Shawn Marion

I said: a hater disrespect me then I'm airin' 'em

He don't dig me where I'm comin' from we'll just bury him

We count money -- go super hard

Maybach, laid back, lookin' like a superstar

Diamonds on my neck shining on 'em like a shooting star

Thirty in the clip and got me feeling like a shooting guard

Stop me, small but I'm cocky

Two forties give a sucker eighty like Shocky

Pull up in the hood, four-door Maserati

Jewels on flashy like a paparazzi, copy

I be probably in the hills out in Cali

In a million-dollar crib eatin' on shrimp and broccoli

Watch me, Philladelph's flyer, no hockey

Tell your chick to google me, she can dot com me

She ain't gotta chase me just tell her MySpace me

And maybe she can find me so I can get behind 'em

Heard I got a deal so now she Joe me like sloppy

Got them goons on deck that ride hard like Kawasaki (Vroom) (What!)

They ride hard

I said they ride hard (What!)

I said we be the freshest, jewelry be VVS's

Ketty be GTS-ing like Khaled shit we the best-ing

I tell them hoes I don't wanna talk, just leave a message

Automatic stash boxes so they can't see the weapons

But I be GC reppin', cred hustle to muscle

Know me, don't love these girls I just love when I 'uck 'em (What!)

Ah- I just- ah

Know me, don't love these girls I just love when I 'uck 'em (What!)

Lemme keep it clean, hold up, what I said?

[Verse: Meek Mill]

I said- I said- I said-

I got money on my mind

Change on my membrane

Insane, in the kitchen with it got the whip game (What!)

Similar to Gordon, throw it in the Pyrex like can I get your order?

Ounces to the quarters

Omelly push the rock I push the age, power forward (What!)

Twenties have a -- floatin' like he in the water

Assure you, get it we got bundles for a Goya

A beam 'ock a -- if ya' need I get it for ya'

A Sauer, on my hip, tinted in the 'rora

Bad little jit with me lookin' like Kimora

Believe that's me in a pocket with Diora

Long pretty handles, juicy and Katara

Twenties, fifties, hundreds -- that's all up in my money grip

We chew 'em like its double mint, that forty got a double clip

Automatic Magnum like a condom with a rubber grip

Any sucker step up outta line then we gon' -- (What!)

Hug that strip, on the block with that Yao Ming

Them Warriors put 'em on a higher plane like Al Green

Nah'mean -- -- they hear when I talk

Got that white girl and that green lady like Fairmount Park

Any nigga think he G.I. bet he feel when I spark

Put some hot -- in his tee and he be laying out in chalk

Where he at? There he go

Pull up on that -- slow

Got that Rugers look like rulers shootin' like the video

And we be ridin', ridin', slippin', slidin'

All through the city with that semi right beside him

Ballin' like Jimmy, any -- try to try him

And we catch 'em when they slippin' homicide 'em ('cide 'em)

I said, 'lantics on the stop and frisk, these -- gettin' shot and --

But really they ain't stoppin' -- that just gon' get a cop in here

With copper tips, common sense cuz niggas, they rock the --

From where they forever hate, you never get a compliment

I'd rather do a five to ten -- before I lose my life

Go out in a blaze of glory squeezing with my -- tight

Young loc and gun smoke and gun choke and -- get

Raise by the rats roaches real youngin' over growin'

Afraid they gave my man life, feds they gave my man ten

Messing with this dirty game, feel like I'm on a dead-end

Like, damn where my nigga Rick?

Damn where my nigga brick?

As time fly I think about you, know you tired and sick of it

Then they said my nigga snitched? I could never see that

Talkin' they got statements on him, hold up let me read that

Believe that, was getting high off like from 'bout to relapse

Grub gang a.k.a. them 'lantic boys we back

We back. (Woo!) I ain't playing- Uh-

We don't stop, we never stop

[Verse: Meek Mill]

I said- I said-

I don't make it rain, I ain't rich

I ain't got a milli, I ain't prying checks for --

Yeah I got signed, but I ain't got them bricks

And I still step up in the club feeling like a mit

We got Squally in the building, he be there strapped

Omelly outside had to let out with the mac

Me, I'm in the crowd, just chilling, falling back

Peeping out the scene, I see a hater, I react

Like you don't want no problems

We come with them choppers

They call us the 'lanta boys cuz we get it poppin'

We don't do no robbing, all we do is grind

Hustle from the muscle, -- save up every dime

Everybody know I'm bout to blow like a bomb (Boom)

Pull up in a '96 Impala (Vroom)

Hammers in the stashbox, dirty, (Broom)

The holster in the passenger, gangster, goon

Yeah, I do my thang-

What I said? How I tell em?

Uh- I said- I said-

Yeah, I be on some sh-

Yeah, I do my thang

I ain't gon' give 'em that I'ma let em (?)

I do my thang man, shout out to my boy Oski

Uh- my boy Oski- My boy Oski

Let me tell 'em-

[Verse: Meek Mill]

Hold up- hold up-

I said they gave my -- twenty years

Man that wasn't even right

Got him in the hell hole

Living at the speed of light

Praying that the time fly by so he can see the light

See his kids, meet the wife

All over a ki of white

Why you think they take that time from you?

'Cuz you need it right?

And you can't get it back so how they giving people life?

Like you gon' live again

Grow up, be a kid again

That's why I never waste time, I cherish every minute and

Pray to god faithful though man half that -- I make I blow

And I don't even take it slow 'cuz any given day can go

And I can see my death day

Feel my last breath take

That's why I go and get it now

I be like -- wait

-- die young, and the bad don't even last that

Where the young -- sixteen and over die fast at

I was made there, raised there, but moved past that

Living at the speed of light, it look like a flashback

I done got money, went broke then got the cash back

Had it, I was cooled out

Lost it, I got laughed at

That's why I never ever cherish nothing I can have back

Thankful for my life though, I wish that I could stash that

Shit, I'm just living at the speed of life

Pull up hard to see the light

Be here today, deceased tonight

I just hope when god come arrest me that he reads my rights, read my wrongs-

Ah-