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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Meek Mill
Meek Mill
Vocals
Wheezy
Wheezy
Programming
Future
Future
Programming
Young Thug
Young Thug
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeffery Williams
Jeffery Williams
Songwriter
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Songwriter
Wesley “Wheezy” Tyler Glass
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Meek Mill
Meek Mill
Executive Producer
Ryan Jumper
Ryan Jumper
Assistant Mixing Engineer
James "Jayme Be" Belt
James "Jayme Be" Belt
Assistant Engineer
Wheezy
Wheezy
Co-Producer
William Dougan
William Dougan
Assistant Engineer
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Executive Producer
Miles Walker
Miles Walker
Mixing Engineer
Future
Future
Producer
Anthony Cruz
Anthony Cruz
Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah! R.I.P. Dex Osama
Lil Snupe, all the fallen soldiers
Scooter, Truce
[Verse 2]
When they killed my **** Snupe, I seen my young **** (Young ****)
In the casket, he ain't even have no blood in him (Damn!)
Prolly the reason why I keep taking these drugs quicker (All these drug quicker)
Ain't got no patience for these muthafuckin' fuck **** (No patience)
I watched everybody change, they thought I lost it (They did)
But now they all bustin' U'ies it's gon' cost me (They is)
I seen Chino shut the casket on the coffin (Truce!)
Killed his only big brother and we lost him
So I'ma hold it down till we all win
We been at the Clearport ballin'
I just wanna see my **** flossin'
Hundred bands every time I walk in
If you keep it trill, you'll get a blessing for it (Blessing for it)
Deep down in the trenches with that Wesson on me (Wesson on me)
My mama she can't sleep, I come in early mornings (Mama)
But mama I got thirty in this dirty forty
[Verse 3]
Any weapon formed against me shall not prosper (Prosper)
Used to pray them Ramen noodles turn to lobster (Turn to lobster)
Gotta watch my own homies on the roster (Gotta watch 'em)
'Cause this that type of money, get y'all lined up
I can't trust nobody
They hit your homie and they knocked the soul out him
They said that they would ride or die, but ain't nobody roll 'bout it
Three felonies, ain't graduate, no I am not your role model
[Verse 4]
I hope the Lord got us
When they killed my **** I seen the footage on the tape
Man, I must have threw up everything I ever ate
Man, I know he got some dice at the heaven gates
Kickin' shit with all these bitches like he Kevin Gates
Relax your mind and kick your feet way up
Sellin' dog food, tryna feed my pups
Young, rich **** and I'm built Ford tough
And I'm going through stuff, I don't feel no love
I shake your body and you still ain't come
Takin' perky's man I fill my cup
The feds watching, and they still might come, I'm gone
[Verse 5]
I wanna see my brother with the Patek not the static
Gucci wrap your toe up, got retarded with my daddy
All they seen was red bottoms bleeding by the casket
Perkys got me focused, I done noticed all the damage
I don't see no purpose in the county eating sandwiches
Lost so many ****, I went crazy, I couldn't balance it
You can't question God, yeah, yeah, and then there's challenges
Sippin' on this Actavis, I swear I gotta manage it
SRT' the Challengers
Make that work do acrobatic flips, accurate
And I'm leaning like a project banister
I'm a boss, I ain't never need a manager
Got rich, we ball scandalous, ay
[Verse 6]
Fuck it, we ball, yeah
All the soldiers we lost, yeah
Fuck it, we ball
All the soldiers we lost, yeah
[Verse 7]
Shawty on percocets in this bag
Got a Rollie and a Pateki in my bag
She just got a nose job and it wasn't that bad
I'ma jug it 'round the city, I'll be back, ay
[Verse 8]
Fuck it we ball
Fuck it we ball
Tear down the mall, yeah
Fuck it we ball, ball
Tear down the mall
Written by: Jeffery Williams, Meek Mill, Nayvadius Wilburn, Wesley Glass
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