Meek Mill
Meek Mill - G5 Freestyle songtekst
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[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 niggas 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 niggas 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 Niggas 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 nigga, 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 niggas burnin' up Niggas 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