its over (Meek Mill) They were sleeping on me Time for me to wake them up Counting all these fucking babies till I get a paper cut kill the competition now ? then I make them up
, yall don't know nothing about this The Shaq man's in the arsenal, what's up like that Double XL in the nine-oh's kid, skillz to make mills Big up, Flava
yeah) I'm a get it for life (Get it for life) Get it for you, get it for me, get it tonight (yeah, yeah) I'm a sacrifice (yeah, yeah) I'm a get it for
You need to love your projects Ay, get me, get me Yeah, I wake up in the ghetto tryin' dream a couple mill I'm forced to get, momma shootin' up and
Smurf and Souljah Boy They hating big in the magazine, and dont even know the boys I know the ploy, washed up rappers wanna attack people Run up to the car, pull out the mac
ended up stuck in a muthafuckin casket, but I don't be givin a fuck/ I'm tappin up in yo program/ Before you know it I'm creepin up on you in a licorice
smugglers, stugglers block bubblers, pushers, cookers pot jugglers Whats the word y'all, Flip that herb raw Clap....... thats the bird-call If the cops are comin, get
nice, hug the block ta tract dice Late night, club night, mac attract dikes I pull up, Cadillac truck nice Two guns, you know mac pack gat twice Gets
muthafuckin' mac, Stop at the black gate so I could get a fat sack, Roll up a swisher now it's time to get blowed, Creepin' round the mac peepin' out
, get out the block or get grazed, muthafucka You got the yay? I gots to have it, give it up nigga, You play the role like you so hard and you get plucked
sacs like a mad mac Bringing me back, banging the 8-track track The Dramatics and Battle Cat and Snoop like that Big stars in big cars we pull up at
you set you up Hollow points, hit the car when, them Compton Gz bust (Who) can't stand my definition? Murders I wrote, gats I tote, is my daily day mission Kids get caught up
the road with a dollar and a dream Cuz anything is possible, believe bitch please It ain't nothin to spit, sparkin up in the whip Stayin stuck up on
hard 'till there's nothing left under my chest (Boaz) I rise before the sun come up and get my day started Pray to the most how I roll up my hays and
] Hey, go Europe to Japan, then Mexico to France Bitches of every nationality get up and dance So, let me see your hands please We makin' noise like a stampede So much smoke up
this cats need to get there own style Hold the phone dial I go miles, when im sprinting on the beat you get lifted of yo feet when yo spliffin up my
they don't mention me. but is hard when you feel like a celebrity (when you feel like a celebrity) look homie try and tell me that mac aint that well, leave mac
Talking............. Look, comin with the flows of a veteran, Mac class president All black letterman, recognize a gentleman Know anything but formal