Meek Mill - Bag Talk lyrics

I can hear it in your voice you
Wasn't never in this shit nigga
We still at war

Young niggas totin' Glocks
Sellin' dope, poppin' wheelies
When the feds came through
They scooped the whole South Philly
When the feds came through
They scooped the whole South Philly
We was grinding, they was hating
Perfect time to get this money, I was patient
We was Gucci, they was snaking
Only one to keep it real
When they was faking
Ain't a nigga 'round me I ain't
Give a hundred bands to never falling out
About them bitches that we ran through
When you get the money, like I got it
They can't stand you
Fuck 'em, we at war with the system
In the streets
Bulletproof I'm in the trenches
Niggas said that I got beef
I can't really trust these
Niggas 'bout this cash, and I can't sleep
And my homie lined my other homie up
'cause he a creep
Show no love for that pussy ass nigga
It get deep for the love of that Benji
We spillin' blood in them streets
And I know why they hate me
It ain't no love in them streets
He was hinting at work
We thought it was love it was cheap
He was sellin us that reerock
Pumping us on that Reebok
Damn, thought you was all here
Found out that we not
Slid up on him wit three Glocks
Did him dirty for three blocks
Turn that boy to a freeze pop
Shoot 'em until it decock
It's a dog-eat dog environment
Young niggas killing
All the old heads retiring
And the sound of that 30
Start to sound inspiring
When you pull up on them, I start firing
Please don't judge us
They done killed our brothers
We done starved all winter they
Gon feel our summers
I went drop top Dawn on 'em, we do numbers
And when we get a chance to rain on 'em
We gon' flood 'em fuck 'em, fuck 'em

I told 'em, I'mma pray for 'em
All that drama I feel like I'm made for
Catch a body, take it to the grave for me
And if they pop you off
You'll never change on me, no
Bag talk, put a bag on her
Let that cash talk
Daddy was arrested so it’s dad's fault
Killed the niggas about you
You tell them that part?
Why you take it that far?
Everybody, you gotta understand, dog
We the type to call the
Opps and have a standoff
Make a thottie call your homie
That's a man-off

We ain't never been loved
So we don't know how it feel
They so used to the fake shit
They don't know what was real
All my enemies, frenemies
I don't know who to kill
I don't know who gon' keep it
Silent and know who gon' squeal
I can't tell no more
I don't know who was thurl
'Cause it all got fuzzy and
Came down to that money
I seen niggas eatin' from me
Made me watch while I'm hungry
Bitches changed for the fame
You gotta watch them they phony
I don't know where I'm going
I need navigation they came and got a young
Niggas 'for they graduation
Spent some time on that Patek
Still ain't got no patience
Gave my nigga 20 years, put him on vacation
Every time I'm in the hood
I be on some Wraith shit
Stars all in the ceiling
Feel like it's a spaceship
In them streets, we still in there
Niggas think we made it
They just killed my little cousin
Wish I could've saved him
'Member times out in Vegas when
We did it major
Niggas turned they back on us
I feel like they played us
I feel like they try to use us
I can't do no favors
Gotta watch these niggas close 'cause
They been catchin' vapors