Like I’m so motherfucking hungry, man, my head hurt.
I had to get myself together, make my head work.
But at the same time keep my rap career first.
But everybody know the hood can be your worst distraction.
And when a n** disrespect, you got your first reaction.
This how we living, in the struggle, all we got is pride.
So when a n*** take it from you, shit, you gotta ride.
Murder, homicide.
So by all means necessary, Imma strive
to get my momma out the hood – since My Father died.
If you don’t grind, you don’t shine - shit, I gotta try.
A made man, brave man, n***, I am I.
I’m from the hood where the tears never end, and the pain never stops.
The game on clock.
Yeah, it’s lookin’ sunny, but the rain gonn’ drop.
And bodies gonn’ fall, that’s why I be goin’ hard.
Roaming thru these mean streets, I be on guard.
Cuz n*** stealing lives faster than they stealing cars.
See me, I'm still alive and still prayin I don't fall, this sinning got me winning, ‘though I know it’s all wrong.
Then I stop, look around, my homies all gone.
We the last of the last, holding on strong.
Some say I ain't earned it.
You break it down, burn it;
Imma rebuild cuz I'm thorough and determined.
Call me meek mill, I'm the realest in the world.
(Mill?) from the north to the south, I am murder.
While you was steady chillin’
I was in the crib writing raps thinking millions, cars, jewels, buildings.
N*** don't respect it
til they see you progressing, but just trust me, Imma kill em.
This, I’m a 6-45 without the ceiling.
Coupe no roof , V20 on the engine.
This is big business
44s 40s and 9s that's big biscuits.
40 boys target your squad now that's vengeance.
They rather see you shot up
before they see you pop up a chain around your neck all fresh pulling that drop up.
I came around the set 9 less where n*** cop up.
So I had no choice but to grind and get this guap up.
Ever since a boy, shit my moms was my poppa
The streets was my old head and they raised me as a rider