歌手:Meek Mill
专辑:《Survivor’s Guilt》

作词 : Robert Williams/Herbert Randall Wright III/Nikita Murenets/Oleksandr Poda/Matthew-Kyle Adrian Brown
作曲 : Robert Williams/Herbert Randall Wright III/Nikita Murenets/Oleksandr Poda/Matthew-Kyle Adrian Brown
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You already know what I
Yeah

I got more guns than my opps, I got more guns than a cop
In a mansion all alone but I got four guns in the spot
I got two on side of the bed and got some more guns at the top
And I don't trust this hoe I'm layin' with like, "Boy, you gotta stop"
You can't even sleep
I just seen my bro from the fourth grade and we ain't even speak
He stuck in his ways, he want my life, shit, it ain't even deep
I been out LA with fifty shots ever since PnB
This shit real, nigga
You don't want me at the white party, what the **** you want me to kill niggas?
You don't want me at the right party with the rich folks, bussin' deals with them
I know all the killas well, I was poppin' pills with them
Been fallin' back from Kiladel 'cause I might try to drill niggas, yeah
My youngin' died, that twenty like a real nigga
Shots to his head, hit his chest like some real liquor
Times in the feds and my homie got to deal with it
My dawg slimed my other dawg, expected me to chill with him
You know what you did, nigga
You ain't movin' low, know we know where you live
When we catch you it's the Super Bowl, whoa

My bitch trippin', say she think I might OD off pills
How the **** else I'm gon' sleep I been on thirty drills?
And when I think, I still feel for my youngins in the field
He catch a kill, go pop a thirty, he don't even know if they real
My bro wanted me to ride, I was ridin' with him since we was lil'
Had labels on my line, they sayin' this shit worth 20 mill'
He tryna go on hits, put a couple more hats on his steel
I had to go get Rich 'cause I already knew how that feel
I took care of everybody and put some M's up for my children
I know a nigga that turnt his hood up, they still killed him
I fall back, start playin' it safe, the streets wanna say I'm scared
I was still in the Raq with a Glock and a Drac' like I ain't just fight the feds
Even though I hear everything they say, can't let it get in my head
Take up too much space when I'm in my bed and I think about pops and Greg
Took this shit to the top, why the **** I'ma stop? Could've been on the block or dead
My opps know I ain't ever aim for legs any time I shot some lead
Me and shhhh in the car, he hopped out, face shot, he had to chop his dreads
Swervo had the Glock 40 on my hip but I chose hip hop instead

And that pain might pop his chest, he stressin', he tryna find some meds
You ain't never sleep with niggas you beefin' with on top of the bed
I was on the bottom bunk, fightin' drama, got my mama scared
He just got life, he ain't comin' home until his mama dead
Huh, these niggas hoes, these niggas hoes
I feel like Dex, I go to the strip club, I got to bring my pole
And I don't want sex from her, this bitch keep tryna drink my soul
And she had ****ed my man and think that I don't even know
It's crazy, he tryna keep it low, how you suppose to be my bro?
The hoes come before the bros, I would've told you, "Nigga, keep the ho"
Yeah, niggas tweakin' 'bout this clout
Spent on hundred on a chain, he don't even own a house
Left his mama in the hood, she ain't even get a couch
Knowin' he beefin' with some niggas, he ain't even get her out
Got me thinkin' really deep, like, "What this street shit really 'bout?"
Like, "If I slide for these niggas, will they really come get me out?"
Ever do time for some niggas and they don't hit you till you out?
Fed his hood, but when he died, niggas went up in his house
Shit be crazy