Meek Mill - Shit On The Industry lyrics
Meek Mill [Robert Rihmeek Williams] Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Meek Mill - Shit On The Industry lyrics]
Hate is my motivator, wrists on refrigerator
Money participator, got power like generators
Look what my wrist done made us
Wholesale like liquidators
Shout out my imitators
Fuck how I am a flamer
I'm all of that, fuck them hoes
Don't call 'em back
You on it but we off of that
Get paper, just like office max
Shittin' on these niggas
Where the fuck they put my toilet at?
Obama on my wrist, presidential bitch
In the back of the 'bach
Smokin' some presidential shit
And I'm strapped with the mack
On some residential shit
And if your homie think he tough
I get him presidential hit
I got 20 in the stash, for a nigga ass
Take to the front when I
Hear he didn't cause
Let me cut my lawn, snakes up in the grass
Nigga I'm a king and you a
Pawn so do the math they be throwing shots
They ain't hit me yet
Talking they gon kill me
They ain't did it yet
I say when my shooters shoot it
It bet in the neck
So if you want to gamble with
Your life then it's a bet
Yes, cause I be all up on it, I'm dawning
Up early in the morning
Make money while you yawning
If she want to fuck me tell
That ho make an appointment
Cause I spend all my time up on that grind
That ain't important bout my dollar sign
Take em back to school and I'm the Columbine
Went to jail, came back, went to jail
Came back again
City in the chicken wing, just like Bobby
Catch me in the Cadillac
Me and Charlie, Mac, and them
Chasing down the Benjamins
We catch em we gon tackle them
I came from the hood, went to Hollywood
Jumped up out the Bent' on the
Red carpet like what's good
Meet my nigga Jigga, fresh from out the mud
Fresh from out the set I'm
Screaming free my nigga Bud
Rest In Peace to Dolla, homie you a coward
Shot at my nigga Dream, I bang on you
Dwight Howard
If I ever get a chance, standing in my stance
That's why I'm shooting first
Hater will fuck up your whole plans
Take me back to jail
Sit me in a cell before
A coffin full of nails
Fuck her then I'm well
I'm from Philadelphia niggas will
Crack your bell they try to hit you first
You hit them though they tell
But I came to get it jumping like a kangaroo
What else I came to do
(shit on the whole industry)
Money participator, got power like generators
Look what my wrist done made us
Wholesale like liquidators
Shout out my imitators
Fuck how I am a flamer
I'm all of that, fuck them hoes
Don't call 'em back
You on it but we off of that
Get paper, just like office max
Shittin' on these niggas
Where the fuck they put my toilet at?
Obama on my wrist, presidential bitch
In the back of the 'bach
Smokin' some presidential shit
And I'm strapped with the mack
On some residential shit
And if your homie think he tough
I get him presidential hit
I got 20 in the stash, for a nigga ass
Take to the front when I
Hear he didn't cause
Let me cut my lawn, snakes up in the grass
Nigga I'm a king and you a
Pawn so do the math they be throwing shots
They ain't hit me yet
Talking they gon kill me
They ain't did it yet
I say when my shooters shoot it
It bet in the neck
So if you want to gamble with
Your life then it's a bet
Yes, cause I be all up on it, I'm dawning
Up early in the morning
Make money while you yawning
If she want to fuck me tell
That ho make an appointment
Cause I spend all my time up on that grind
That ain't important bout my dollar sign
Take em back to school and I'm the Columbine
Went to jail, came back, went to jail
Came back again
City in the chicken wing, just like Bobby
Catch me in the Cadillac
Me and Charlie, Mac, and them
Chasing down the Benjamins
We catch em we gon tackle them
I came from the hood, went to Hollywood
Jumped up out the Bent' on the
Red carpet like what's good
Meet my nigga Jigga, fresh from out the mud
Fresh from out the set I'm
Screaming free my nigga Bud
Rest In Peace to Dolla, homie you a coward
Shot at my nigga Dream, I bang on you
Dwight Howard
If I ever get a chance, standing in my stance
That's why I'm shooting first
Hater will fuck up your whole plans
Take me back to jail
Sit me in a cell before
A coffin full of nails
Fuck her then I'm well
I'm from Philadelphia niggas will
Crack your bell they try to hit you first
You hit them though they tell
But I came to get it jumping like a kangaroo
What else I came to do
(shit on the whole industry)