[Verse 1: Meek Mill]

One thing's for sure, two things for certain

Got booked with three bricks, you back home, niggas workin'

Clown-ass niggas, shoulda put you in the circus

Home of Philly, if you get a Benz niggas lurkin'

Churches, hearses, is it really worth it?

If you heard he tellin', why you dappin' and conversin'?

Lock me in the cell, let me strap on my Converses

Before I drop a dime, tell them people a lie

Swear to God, man, I was nineteen I caught my first case

Nine co-defendants and snitchin' wasn’t the worst case

Had a hard time givin' my name and my birth date

But nowadays niggas go to jail and it’s a earthquake

They get all shook up, write a whole book up

Rattin' their connect out, tellin' where they got the hook up

Got a niggas twenty years talkin' 'bout that cook up

Back to the home, niggas fuckin' with him, good luck

Twelve shots of Henny to the face got me stood up

Any situation, ask about me and I stood up

Catch you slippin' like a transmission, fuck your hood up

From my hood to who your hood, good, what up?

Ugh, nothin' though my hunnit high

This MAC will leave a nigga look like Spongebob

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]

I said all I know is Flex, shittin' on my ex

Bad hoes on my team, dick 'em down like next

I rock YSL so fresh, fly as hell, no jet

Waves on them 360's make that pussy get so wet

She say I'm cocky, I say that’s not me

She call me papi and I say "¡ven aqui!"

Wrist wear on hockey, Porsche Box like Ali

My sneaks they Bally, in my hood I'm prob'ly

Just rollin' round in that Ghost, watchin' out for them folks

Heater on my hip, trunk full of that work

I say my shooters like Dirk, 10 racks and you merked

I put that on your head, nigga

First week and you dead, nigga

I bottle pop, I model pop

Catch me on them bikes, let the throttle pop

Niggas know I'm nice and I got a lot

Like F your corner, nigga, I’ll buy the block

It’s Maybach, we way back

Yeah, I was starvin', this the payback

It's off the top…

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]

I got my hustle from Hova and my stuntin' from Baby

That’s why I'm fuckin' 'em over and my new watch cost me eighty

Got a couple of Rovers, had a drop one Mercedes

I know these suckers don’t like me, I'm probably poppin' they lady

I got 100 racks on me now

No computer but I got a MAC on me now

And I'm a shooter and I really clap homie now

And fuck the jail 'cause my nigga Ross hold me down

I'm skippin' bail and we in this bitch, fresh out the dealership

I just came in the game, but I'm killin' shit

My nigga Wale—

We in the building, we in the building

[Verse 4: Meek Mill]

I had a dream like Martin Luther

I was in the Phantom gettin' brain like a Harvard student

Check my record for the fame, ain't really hard to prove it

Went to jail, came home to that kitchen just like Martha Stewart

With a Pyrex tryin' to make a nine stretch

Just was in the yard with lifers, workin' on my biceps

You would think they all was like us, they ain't have my mindset

When I was missin' sleep and workin' weeks to get my mom set

And to get my son right so he don't live my young life

'Cause I remember some nights I used to hold that gun tight

Middle of the jungle tryin' to make it to the sunlight

Stillmatic with that pen and pad, just give me One Mic

And I'm gon' get richer, they gon' get sicker

Why they mad at me? 'Cause they ain't in the picture

'Cause they was on some bullshit when they started flickin'

And the camera started flashin', niggas came up missin'

[Verse 5: Stalley]

Black Chevelle on them blades, boy

Dark shades, leather jacket like I'm Blade, boy

Come through my city like, "What’s the focus, boy?"

I come though with open doors

Six by nines through theses door panels, make a bunch of noise

I’m mobbin' on these back streets and city blocks

Middle finger every cop

Chevy block engines, everything is heavy stop

Sweat pants, the car dance, I make that bitch do the wop

Man, I'm losin' my religion

Got these angels on my shoulders and they tellin' me to listen

I blast this Alpine and get lost in my system

They tellin' me it's devil music and demons have imprisoned

My mind, body and soul and I’m travelin' down hell's road

This strap got no Velcro

So I’m down for whatever, whenever, wherever

Any way the hell I go

You think I’m scared and here’s your answer: hell no!

[Verse 6: Meek Mill]

Every night I’m on the road, tryin' to get how it come

Still findin' time just to kick it with my son

I know niggas see them blogs and it's lookin' like it's fun

But when you out to get that cake, you gotta pick every crumb

Yeah, you gotta pick every crumb

I never thought I'd see the day that I get up out the slums

Did it for my team, put 'em on some ones

And every day we shittin' on them, we them niggas with some runs

I was outta control, block was hot as a stove

I was out with them O's, same time the block was patrolled