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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Meek Mill
Vocals
Nikolas Papamitrou
Programming
Alan Hawkshaw
Sampled Artist
Future
Vocals
Guordan Banks
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Guordan Banks
Songwriter
Alan Hawkshaw
Songwriter
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Nikolas Papamitrou
Songwriter
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Meek Mill
Executive Producer
Nikolas Papamitrou
Producer
Ryan Jumper
Assistant Mixing Engineer
James "Jayme Be" Belt
Assistant Engineer
William Dougan
Assistant Engineer
Rick Ross
Executive Producer
Miles Walker
Mixing Engineer
Anthony Cruz
Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
When I was on the 'Gram, entertaining all the rap beef
We was in the hood going to war on the back streets
Bulletproof Caddy like, "Who said they gon' get at Meek?"
Pull up in your hood, **** running like a track meet
[Verse 2]
No more Rollies, I'm just buying more properties
Young **** watching, we give that game properly
Pass 'Go' twice, skip 'Jail', build a 'Monopoly'
Don't let 'em trick you outta your spot, **** you got to be
Retardo if you could see me out this new Gallardo
Since I been getting it, ain't miss a season from Ricardo
Tee, she want it, see me, know me in Wells Fargo
Still repping like there's no tomorrow
So I don't understand, let me borrow
I let you in my circle but that's coming with a cost though
You don't work? You gon' starve, yo
Dime in the crib, tip-toeing on the marble
Rocking all this ice, I'm just tryna hide my scars though
Something 'bout that Wraith and them lights, how them stars glow
Gimme motivation out Miami, know the Haitians
All the hittas got the bitches and I'm MMG
A legend on Collins, how they gon' remember me
Young ****
[Verse 3]
The land they gave us was always ours
Don't close the door, you owe us more, uh-uh
I know that it's hard to face reality, mm-mh
And when they changed they were all surprised but me
[Verse 4]
And we buy Wraiths to hide behind these stars, yeah
And we rock all this ice just to hide these scars
If you never seen a dream fade away behind all these walls
And only God can touch your soul behind all these bars, oh-oh
[Verse 5]
Patek on, iced going "ai-ya" (Yah, yah)
Hunnid round, brrrt, spend live by (Brrt)
Drinking purple lean, fuck 'Moscata' (Purp')
Riding in the Wraith like a shotta (Skrrt, skrrt)
Skipped outta school with the deuce-two-oh-four
Chanel on my whore I got marble on my floor (Yeah)
Ten mil' deal just to wear Diadora (Damn)
I secured the bag, first round, that's of course
Cocaina-white inside, that's a Porsche
Came from the gutter, ****, trapping is a sport
Young ****, don't swing the drum in the court
That's the Actavis, pop the seal like a cork
They running outta info, making rumors, what's your source?
Friends turning foes, **** leaving me no choice
Hoes in his phone, make a **** come up short
Hit a few licks, 'fore I made it out that church
[Verse 6]
The land they gave us was always ours
Don't close the door, you owe us more, uh-uh
I know that it's hard to face reality, mm-mh
And when they changed they were all surprised but me
[Verse 7]
And we buy Wraiths to hide behind these stars, yeah
And we rock all this ice just to hide these scars
If you never seen a dream fade away behind all these walls
And only God can touch your soul behind all these bars, oh-oh
[Verse 8]
Oh-oh
Written by: Alan Hawkshaw, Guordan Banks, Meek Mill, Nayvadius Cash, Nayvadius Wilburn, Nikolas Papamitrou