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Watchwhoukallyourhomie
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Meek Mill
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[Verse]: 30 mag the same color as Bernie Mac For 30 clams I let 'em squeeze then burn your bag I pull it back then let it scream it go RRAAAT Then search your bag, you take a breath and then collapse And it's a wrap, put your face in the dirt The whole town'll walk around with your face on a shirt pu**y, and ain't sh*t pos but death 'cause these youngins ride for the ride and n***as die for respect Somebody sign me a check 'cause I'm way too nice I don't write it I just recite it, you and I connect I done won and lost fights, hustled all night Posted on the corner, serving smokers hard white n***as alright, but they ain't real enough My n***as is all nice, that's why n***as feelin' us Lord, please have mercy on me n***as wanna see me laying in that grave, undertaker throwing dirt up on me Just like the rap, sh*t ain't working for me But now my name pop, hatin' ass n***as putting curses on me Praying I die, I pray to the sky On my knees, thing on my side, while I pray to my God Whole squad on tape bro Spending all they days cold In that jail cell stressin' why I'm on the same road Everyday the same clothes, that's why I make the product flip But I don't really trust a n***a, I done did a lot of sh*t But now I'm sick and tired of it Livin' like I'm livin' on this dough route I'd rather go out, just like my father did So I tell n***as suck my d**k 'cause you do me the same way that Al Pote did Mitch So size ya Tony, most n***as is phonies So keep your eyes wide and watch who you call yo homies
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