[Verse: Meek Mill]

The summer nights can even turn cold

In the streets of Philly where niggas don't even get to turn old

My heart pumping 'til it turn gold

You niggas stuck in neutral, I'm ridin' like, "Fuck it, it's a long road"

Shit, I'm the one, I'm like the lost soul

In the middle of Heaven and Hell

See, nigga, only God knows

When your time gon' come

And your eyes roll straight to the back

Now you seeing all black

That MAC go lean and that nine go crack

This that murder murder music to rewind you back

Put that Ruger all up to you, watch your mind go splat

All over the wall, nigga, all over that raw

It's the same ol' Meek, still the same OG

Got that crack music, listen, let your brain OD

I be playing low key

Me and one of my niggas

Riding through the city, plotting on some of the niggas

That be thinking they gon' get me

I'ma run to you niggas

And that's a couple dead bodies for a couple of niggas

G'yeah, monster, sitting like a mobster

Revolver on my lap, barrel full of Black Talons

I lick it at your squadron

Roll up, like, "Hold up"

Start spitting while I'm driving

Peel off, then roll up, you niggas better slow up

Before you bang the fuck out

I aim, let it flame, blow your brains all the fuck out

All over your shirt, since a youngin' I was buckwild

All up in the dirt, ma screaming, "Get the fuck out!"

North where I was raised at, South Philly, I played that

Wherever I'm around, I hold it down like a wave cap

Yeah, my niggas stay strapped

Blaze and I'ma blaze back

All over that yolk, get your motherfuckin' egg cracked

North side of Berks Streeta and Southside of Eight Balla

Posted by the green gate, cops come, we scrape on 'em

Niggas dropping tapes on 'em

Tryna get us locked down

Snitchin' to the district

That's enough to get ya chopped down

That nine parabellum, fuck around and get a nigga momma cerebellum

They ain't riding, man, they tellin'

I be sliding with a seven, all titanium

Big boy sound, jump around when I'm flamin' him

Me, I play my role, gettin' hoes like I'm Chamberlain

Same one you kissed, same one that give me cranium

Every time I touch a gun, all I hear is, "Damien"

Tryna pipe me up to rock a nigga like-

[Outro]

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