[Meek Mill]
I've been through the fire, eek
So many times
I've waited in darkness
For all of the light (Yeah)
Now I wanna be
[Meek Mill]
Yeah, I got caught up
Never leave your niggas, that's the way that I was brought up
Finger on the trigger, nigga, play, he gettin' tore up
And he can't take the pain, he gotta pour up
Got niggas askin' what I did for niggas, I'm tryna figure what they brought us
When it was only me and Kathy, Na and them was still happy
Too much slime around me, it be times that I don't feel happy
Baby mom like she don't want my son to know his real daddy
Shit been gettin' real crafty, I gotta free myself
They blamin' everythin' on me, I had to see myself
Lookin' in the mirror at my soul, I'm tryna read myself
Lettin' niggas infiltrate the fam, I can't believe myself
Damn, still count two million in a hour, quick
I can put some killers in your hood and do a power shift
If we got this shit up out the mud, I was the power lift
You ain't even bring your hard hat and put no hours in
'Cause nigga, you was gossipin', I was puttin' pain in
Standin' in the corner, summer time, it was rainin'
Reaper right there, I ain't bitchin', I'ma flame him
Clutchin' on niggas front of grandmoms, shameless
Mama seein' niggas around me die, she know I'm changin'
But she know I ain't foldin' from the way that I was molded
People sayin' that I'm chosen, I'ma carry it and hold it like I'm Saquan
ARP "brrt" your lil' wheel, you need State Farm
Wagyu on the bill, we goin' chicken and we say parm'
Condo in New York, but on the weekend, I'ma stay far
How you niggas play hard?
Knowin' you got one house, I'll put you on that radar, UAV
[Meek Mill]
(I've been through the fire)
I really been through that fire for real, for real
If you don't know where I came from, don't even speak on me
A hundred million straight out the mud, it is what it is, it was what it was
Niggas sayin' my name so much in the trenches,I start makin' 'em call me cuz, nigga
You can't erase my history
It's the motivation
[G Herbo]
We was starvin' in my family but I found a feast (I did)
I can barely count the cake because they count on me
Don't know how to cash on one whip, I just buy a fleet
Couldn't walk on feet, we was killin' niggas down the street
If my bars wasn't so elite, they wouldn't even be around me
Know I'm one of the greatest ever, I'm goin' twelve rounds with Meek
I was cryin' tears for Mally, he was in the county sleep
Sacrifice my life, why the fuck these niggas talkin' down on me?
I did hits with bro, but he might bite the fuckin' cheese
Every time I pay my lawyer, it's a a hundred G's
But I just wan' be free
Fuck this gang bangin' shit, I use to wan' be Chief
I can't focus, I been tryna turn another leaf
Every time I go to sleep, the devil wanna beef
All my children worth millions, never comin' cheap
I told my bitch, "You better not leave, it's only one of me"
Got my first B and I drunk a SunnyD
Started lurkin with my ski, it was one degrees
Glock 23 on me, I just wanna be
Now I'm worth thirty M's, I just wanna be
Blew my pipe, hit the strip, I ain't wanna leave
The generation all crashouts under me
And these niggas that be rappin' all wanna-bes
Used to shoot, I do this rappin' shit with fuckin' ease
I'm still in the fast lane, full fuckin' speed
Lost it all, so my kids all I fuckin' need
Doin' hits worth tickets, I'm a humble beast
First tat', I put the dead homies on my sleeve
Lost my pops last year and I can't fuckin' grieve
Seen opp speak his last word, he yellin', "Fuckin' please"
Now I'm with some yellow shit, she got Double D's
She know big G Herbo rich, she want Double C's
Ever since I got in my bag, I'm in another league
I'm poppin' shit right on the side line like Jeff Teague
If they could, niggas wanna be our trustees
We ain't wavin' white flags, told him just bleed
Mama standin' over you, she screamin', "Just breathe"
It's so hard to go when the button squeeze
[G Herbo]
(I've waited in darkness)
Now these niggas listenin' to me like I wasn't ready to die or go
To jail or hell, miss my son baby shower even though I made bail
Ayy, 'cause when you talk all that struggle shit,I did the same thin' you did
And I got rich like you did too
Yeah
[Meek Mill]
Free from all bitches, keepin' niggas out my bidness
I done seen Slime trial, the killers turned to witness
Free from clutchin' Glocks and free from bein' around the hitters
But if I be too free, these niggas gon' really try to kill us
I got vicious, niggas worried about they fame, they ain't notice I got different
I told bro don't trust them lames and I'm knowin' I ain't trippin'
Got a hundred guns, two bulletproofs, niggas knowin' I ain't bitchin'
If I tell, I go to jail, these niggas knowin' I ain't snitchin'
From the bottom, at the top
Where them youngins put they dreams in them choppers and they Glocks
Niggas knew that I was different 'cause I was tryna get a drop
Would've been smoked you niggas, but wasn't tryna make it hot,I got dreams, nigga
And the flow hit like crack when a fiend hit it
I had got a Phantom off the flow, look how I lean in it
Bad bitches actin' nice, they was bein' mean to us
I was breakin' curses that these niggas never seen do it
Crazy 'cause I love my bro to death, but I keep seein' through him
Uh, I been free from all that fake shit and all that hate shit
Tryna win made 'em resent me, I don't really say shit
I was tryna run back the memo, all that Rubin and Jay shit
A billion dollars worth a game, so we can run the play shit
My bro was up before I was and then he couldn't face it
I thought them M's would bring us close, it's like he couldn't take it, fuck it
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