Meek Mill - Meek Mill Philly Hoodstars Dvd Vol.1 Freestyle lyrics

Fucking with that white I tell
You how to get fam
A quarter bird turn a damn bum
Into a rich manI'm on the
Curb collecting crumbs trying to get
There my man kunta kinte
He the one that takes the whippings
Throw it in the pot
And make it drop like quicksandWe
Open on the block
Ducking cops trying to flip
GramsSee I'm trying
To advance step it up a notch
Throw a ladder in the matic call it
Stepping up the GlockFucked up niggas
Die for it shit we hustle
And we strive for it, so it's a
Must a nigga ride for itShit my
Father lost his life for it
Yeah that money money money the young and
Hungry will kill your mom for
It because this the hood where it
Ain't no money at so
I'm out to get it and if
You got it I want some
Of thatI'm about my business with that
Product I'm the running back
Because I move that rock in the
Field trying to touch it
Back shit is real niggas getting
Killed where I'm stomping at
So I walk around with blue steel
Just because of thatNiggas be
Some fucking rats you gotta keep
Your mouth shut because
Less then 24 them boys be at your house step
With pictures of you and your homies seaching
For that murder object pD get you roofed but
Joey S will get you out that, that's
Why you need money and ain't shit funny when
A nigga facing life and the judge trying
To take it from em you going to take
This cracker word before you take mine
I'm speaking on my life and
He speaking on his
State jobBut you don't know that nigga can
Lie and get me state time for some shit
I ain't heard from the grape vine