Give It to Em - Meek Mill

I ain’t no killa but don’t push me

I look a nigga in his eyes, tell ya if he pussy

Remembering the times the people would overlook me

The bitches would try to play me

My future was looking shady

Wanted to be a star, they lock me behind bars

Try to shatter my dreams, I tell you them times hard

I ain’t never give up

I hustled, I grind hard

Put my faith in the Lord

I know I’mma shine hard

I had no choice but to win

But the odds was against me

So I’m rolling through this bitch with my palms on my Semi

My Dad died when I was young so my Mom would defend me

And my sister would protect me

Now the made niggas respect me

Had to learn to be a man, learn to hold my hands

Learn to work that scale, turn the mouses into grams

Learn to stack this money, work for two and feed the fam

Now I’m the best thing since zaf curry on the lamb

I got 30 in my Glock, moving I’m squeezing

Ocean Drive in the drop head like I’m dreaming

Leaning, Addicted to the money, I’m feigning

Shit you wish you saw, I seen it at 23

Skinny nigga, big dreams, lot of pride

Somebody get in the way of that, it’s homicide

My heart cold as Omelly heart when his Mama died

Or cold like Tashima & Ta' when my Aunt Rhonda died

Niggas got fat when we starve, It wasn’t Ramadan

But sunny days, we ain’t need a lot of time

So I’m like Tony Hawk on a skating board, I gotta grind

What I wouldn’t do for a dollar sign, I don’t know

It ain’t bout money nigga I don’t go

Shoot him in his head now he’s John Doe

Nine on me, Rondo

I turned a fuckin' quarter ounce into a condo

I turned a condo into a fuckin'

They knock the breath out ya boy

Once he got sentenced

And I’m kinda tipsy so I’m spilling family business

At 10 I lost my pops, too many years he been missing

Mum B, mind gone at all time, that shit ridiculous

Bright lights and flights

See what this life will bring to you?

Bitches faming' my name

See what that shit’ll bring to you?

The world is ice cold

Poncho, show him what that flame do

9 millimeters for evil, he can aim too

I seen it all befo'

Seen my mama praying

Seen my B forget my name

Seen my brother’s walls cave in

Life is but a dream to me

Lately it’s a nightmare

Cause it’s a war going on and these people don’t fight fair

Asking what the feeling like to see my family living right

Proud of myself because my name light up these Philly nights

God, I hope I’m living right and sorry for the tattoos

But if I go tonight, please take care of my nephews

I make the song cry

Make it drip, make it tear

Told you niggas from the rip

From the tier every beat

That I get I’mma rip, I’mma tear in pieces

Like deuces I be super sport creeping

I say, I be with the cool kids

Chilling on some cool shit

SRT-8 her like scrapers on some coon shit

I said we move shit

Eat a dick I do’s this

They be on that goon shit

We on that Looney Tune shit

But I let that tool spit, air something

Bet I let that tool rip, tear something

Far way back, we head huntin'

We be on that shit for real a head buster

A Southsider, product of my environment, leadbuster

I be in the newest coupe

Blowing on some fruity fruit

Chain look like Juicy Fruit, mixed up Fruity Loops

Ayo where my boys at, squad up, hootie-hoo

Bitch you either out or in the circle like a hula hoop

Bitch I’m on that shit I talk that shit just like an interlude

And I spit that fire and you tire like an inner tube

All these niggas liars

Call me pliers how I’m grippin' dudes

You should see how I be dipping through

I said tell him they don’t want this

They can take a drum clip

Candy in the pot or in the package like it’s Fun Dip

I be on that real shit, they be on that nut shit

Cookie, pussy boy, bubblegum shit

Bitch made, uh