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Yeah, Philly in this bitch! Loso waddup? [Meek Mill:] Check me, I from the city where the skinny niggas ride With a Semi.45 to make the biggest niggas fold up, roll up I done seen the realest niggas froze up When that Mack squeezing hollows in your back Leaking that, decent if you want to everytime I come through Everybody whispering, talking what gon do Hundred grand in straight cash Make me put it on you and have your own homies tryna swarm you I'm sworn to riding with this Glock.40 And I got it on, too They tell me to put it down But they don't know what I'm going through Niggas playing checkers and it's chess So what's a pawn to a king that got his money right? You niggas on a hunger strike Now it's dead-broke, man, I used to grind a hundred a night A hundred day, selling white, I tell you it ain't nothing nice I be going so hard, man I don't see my son at night Baby mama bitching, I'm just trying to get my young'un right Started with a dollar to a half a ticket And I just signed my deal today Letras de cancionesFor all you rapping niggas. Money ain't a joke You see me laughing niggas? All my goonies they ain't talking, they just clapping niggas You gonna think my dogg a roofer, brought a ladder with him My other homie a mechanic, got his ratchet with him And they shooting for real, they shooting to kill I got some mami's up state, they doing the will I remember niggas shooting for dear life 30 years on us, cops pull at the red lights We riding with them hammers Know a couple young'uns that died before their grandma I'm not trying to play with hammers A lot of niggas fronted back when I was in the slammer But now I got that paper and I be going bananas Like Tony Montana, Nino and the Carter got me leaning even harder With this Nina in my cargoes I can't meet 'em any farther If the niggas want the work Tell 'em meet me out North, 20-something in birds Used to be with 50 niggas, 20 of 'em got murked 20 done turned pussy, the other 10 put in work Yeah! I'm screaming "this is the life" If you ain't hooping then you whipping the white They even hitting the white I talked to 'em try to give them advice Niggas get left, they wasn't living too right... Yea! Niggas get left, they wasn't living too right Y'all don't really hear me tho... From Letras Mania