Meek Mill — Give It To Em

[Verse 1: Meek Mill] I ain't no killa but don't push me I look a nigga in his eyes, tell ya if he pussy Remembering the times the people would overlook me The bitches would try to play me My future was looking shady Wanted to be a star, they lock me behind bars Try to shatter my dreams, I tell you them times hard I ain't never give up I hustled, I grind hard Put my faith in the Lord I know I'mma shine hard I had no choice but to win But the odds was against me So I'm rolling through this bitch with my palms on my Semi My Dad died when I was young so my Mom would defend me And my sister would protect me Now the made niggas respect me Had to learn to be a man, learn to hold my hands Learn to work that scale, turn the mouses into grams Learn to stack this money, work for two and feed the fam Now I'm the best thing since zaf curry on the lamb I got 30 in my Glock, moving I'm squeezing Ocean Drive in the drop head like I'm dreaming Leaning, Addicted to the money, I'm feigning Shit you wish you saw, I seen it at 23 Skinny nigga, big dreams, lot of pride Somebody get in the way of that, it's homicide My heart cold as Omelly heart when his Mama died Or cold like Tashima & Ta' when my Aunt Rhonda died Niggas got fat when we starve, It wasn't Ramadan But sunny days, we ain't need a lot of time So I'm like Tony Hawk on a skating board, I gotta grind What I wouldn't do for a dollar sign, I don't know It ain't bout money nigga I don't go Shoot him in his head now he's John Doe Nine on me, Rondo I turned a fuckin' quarter ounce into a condo I turned a condo into a fuckin' [Verse 2: Lou Williams] They knock the breath out ya boy Once he got sentenced And I'm kinda tipsy so I'm spilling family business At 10 I lost my pops, too many years he been missing Mum B, mind gone at all time, that shit ridiculous Bright lights and flights See what this life will bring to you? Bitches faming' my name See what that shit'll bring to you? The world is ice cold Poncho, show him what that flame do 9 millimeters for evil, he can aim too I seen it all befo' Seen my mama praying Seen my B forget my name Seen my brother's walls cave in Life is but a dream to me Lately it's a nightmare Cause it's a war going on and these people don't fight fair Asking what the feeling like to see my family living right Proud of myself because my name light up these Philly nights God, I hope I'm living right and sorry for the tattoos But if I go tonight, please take care of my nephews [Verse 3: Mel Love] I make the song cry Make it drip, make it tear Told you niggas from the rip From the tier every beat That I get I'mma rip, I'mma tear in pieces Like deuces I be super sport creeping I say, I be with the cool kids Chilling on some cool shit SRT-8 her like scrapers on some coon shit I said we move shit Eat a dick I do's this They be on that goon shit We on that Looney Tune shit But I let that tool spit, air something Bet I let that tool rip, tear something Far way back, we head huntin' We be on that shit for real a head buster A Southsider, product of my environment, leadbuster I be in the newest coupe Blowing on some fruity fruit Chain look like Juicy Fruit, mixed up Fruity Loops Ayo where my boys at, squad up, hootie-hoo Bitch you either out or in the circle like a hula hoop Bitch I'm on that shit I talk that shit just like an interlude And I spit that fire and you tire like an inner tube All these niggas liars Call me pliers how I'm grippin' dudes You should see how I be dipping through I said tell him they don't want this They can take a drum clip Candy in the pot or in the package like it's Fun Dip I be on that real shit, they be on that nut shit Cookie, pussy boy, bubblegum shit Bitch made, uh