[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Ugh, Lord forgive me for my sins
I was chasin' ends

and Im into makin' money. I aint in to making friends cause
These ^!$$%s rattin', I aint finna take a chance
Homie said he bout that action and grab me and take a stand

Say loyalty make a man, got a homie and he told
I dont even shake his hand, I dont even crack a smile
Newance is a child, man this game so wild,

but ^!$$%s made vows to a code I never break
Ridin' in the heavy weight
Thirty-six O's in the bird, call it feather weight

Never on time, when I show up, I be ready late
^!$$%s got fat while we starved they already ate
And Im trying to get full, masks on clips full

If he got the money we attack him like a pitbull
We sellin' up, we sellin' hard like its a brick store
On my dick ^!$$%, thats what I thought your chick for

You pissed off, I only deal with the big dogs
Could've bought a Maybach before I signed with Rick Ross
Thats the reason that Im turnin' up

Doin' donuts while these haters got these ^!$$%s burnin' up
^!$$%s want to murder us, this label want me purpula
You aint talkin' money to me I need a interpreter

Cause I cant understand that, money rubber band that
Take off in my city, and your city where I land at
When Im in your town forty rounds in my damn strap

Boy what a feeling getting hit