[Vesre 1: Meek Mill]

Sipping on ciroc on’er then a light switch

Riding thru tha hood wit ma lil bad white chick

Ralph lauren 7 jeans, 9 to 5 night shit

In my 96 impala growlin thru the night shift

I check you like a mic quick, comin out ya damn mouth

Catch you while tha cameras off, show up to ya damn house

Like excuse me MA’AM where such & such ride hard no buckle up

All left hooks right uppercuts treat you like the beat then fuck you up

Im dippin on em wayback, we ain flippin we way strapped

Ma shooters they dont play around they lay you down like wave cap

In tha kitchen wit a 6 duce tryna turn there to a maybach

I whip whip, whip real hard like dale earnhard on the race track

Im in the front but im way back, way back but im in the front

Out shy niggas like ten to one, ???? but there ten of them

Bitch done fucked like ten of dem, oops I mean like ten of us

I don’t wanna ride it ain't tinted up,???? comin thru wit tha fender up

Illuminati want my mind, soul, and body

They ask me would I trade it all for a maseratti

I told him naw he said 100 mil n I said prolli

Plus a phantom, panamera and the bugatti

We can work a deal, I put my mom up on the hill

I go to hell and burn it down

They hatin every time I turn around

Being cocky, I turned it down, now it’s time, jus turn it up

I flame on then burn em up, them niggas act like they learnin up

IM GONE