Meek Mill - God Did lyrics

I don't even know why these niggas
Even be tryna count me (Brr, brr, brr)
I'm too unpredictable, haha, shit too easy
Yeah

When the teacher asked me who
Had raised me, said, "Them streets did"
(The streets)
They underrated me, never paid me
But them streets did (Them streets)
Who brought the billionaires to the hood?
Gon' tell you Meek did (That's me)
Who bringin' real niggas home for good?
Gon' tell you Meek is (Know that)
Yeah, that's 'cause my mama
Taught me diffеrent
I got people prayin' for
Mе from all religions
Never turned my back on Jigga
And every time he talk, i listen
But I got so much murder on my
Mind that it be hard to listen
Billionaires on all my vision (Billi')
PTSD startin' to kick in (Really)
It was a blessin', I invested
My tats is out the kitchen
Told my niggas how to catch it
Flipped and gave 'em opposition
Still be out in Philly, where they drillin'
And I'll call them niggas
'Cause I come from the dark
Side, I don't make it
Cops gon' slaughter niggas (They will)
Now I gotta feed my family
Bring my sons and all our daughters with us
I don't even need no Grammy
I'll put a check printer on
The corner with us (On the what?)
My first song I ever dropped
I'm still performin' nigga
(Shit I dropped)
On the tenth year, Banshee, Fifth Ave'
I'm in fifth gear bitch bad, ask for twenty
Racks, I'm like, "Bitch, where?"
You the type get around them rich folks
Start to get weird
I'm the type get around them rich folks
I'm tryna split chairs (Split em)
I'm so sincere, I do not live in fear
(I can't) give me a Glickie with a
Switchie and we in there (We out)
It cost twelve-fifty to hit your city
I had it lit there
I was fuckin' with the street niggas
I had hit the baddest bitch there (Facts)
And I'm humble when I meet
Niggas, I don't ever lie
'cause I've been there (Facts)
Killed my homie at seventeen
I don't ever lack, i know ain't shit fair
(Facts) i was down bad, I had to sit there
(Sit back) , and just wait it out
Nobody in my hood ain't go this far
I had to pay this out
You pussies really think I came this far
To let y'all hit me out?
I'm slidin' through the
Trenches, bulletproof car
They can't even take me out
Woah, sittin' at the bank
Like I was stakin' out
Teller think I'm trippin'
I need ten milli'
Cash, tryna take it out right now, miss
(Right now, miss)
AP sittin' pretty on my brown wrist
(My brown wrist)
Okay, pray my fam' forgive me, I
Had lost it and found it
I lost it and found it
Once I seen it, got around, they
Counted me out, but they miscounted, king
They counted us out, I start findin' about
Bitches slime in the South
Niggas lyin' about, mmm
(Facts) like, what you slidin' about?
Don't stand for nothin' then
What you dyin' about
Just seen my man died on the Gram, like
What is you cryin' about?
Why get this famous when you know
That MJ died in his house?
Off them yerkys, I ain't perfect
But I ain't let nobody hurt me
And I'm from Philly, I do the servin', no
I ain't let nobody serve me
You wanna cook somethin'? Youngin tryna go
I told him "Show me somethin'"
He'll take your plate if he know
You ain't standin' over nothin' (Brr)
Floss had the Rollie
I thought I'd wait until I go or somethin'
Invest in twenty million
I ain't even waitin' on no show or nothin'
I'm still maxin'
Real shooters with me like the real Maxey
(Bling) i was at the game
I let Tierra hold my real Patek
Had it in my pocket, I let her rock it
'cause her hair match it
She know how we rockin'
We been live since Lauren's Air Maxes
My hood like fear factor
Switchie ripped his face off and
Left his head damaged (Brr)
Preacher preachin' at the view
He be givin' out weird answers
Talkin' about
"God Did" and niggas want revenge after
I'm talkin' 'bout throwin' spins at them
I come from the bottom
Take your loss and get your wins after
And on mine, no grind
And I take a squad and get my Benz after
Make a hundred million dollars and still
Go get my friends after
And that don't go for everybody
Just the only ones that bend backwards for me
I will never sell my soul
For money like I'm Kanye
It's crazy I used to bring you on
My cell house on lock day
Famous bitches got my idols
Lookin' at me sideways
I don't need no verses from you niggas
I did it my way