By Any Means - Wale, Meek Mill, Pill

Pork on the fork, widen the pot

By any means if you like it or not

Malcolm X, by any means

Many 14 stuffed in my denim jeans

As-Salamu Alaykum Wa alaikum as salaam

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the Don

Real nigga, street certified, hit the streets whip cost 335

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

We chargin' you niggas up you like it or not

Drop the work off the scale, throw some ice in the pot

Then let that Arm &Hammer, hammer it right to a lot

Tryna whip a Rollie or Cartier

Shout out to this Pyrex, that bought this Audemeer

Oops I meant Audemar, my whole team got them

You loving the same bitch, my whole team poppin'

My hundred dough, I’m wherever that money go

Glock 9 in my underclothes, you cop two of them, we frontin' 4

Fuck niggas we don’t fuck with dough

Bad bitches never lets them know

Keep them round but never trust them, no

This 62 so comfortable

I’m a field nigga, you a house nigga

I’m a real nigga and you’s a mouse nigga

Code red, which means you go red

But I don’t knock you I just blame it on your head

Pork on the fork, widen the pot

By any means if you like it or not

Malcom X, by any means

Many 14 stuffed in my denim jeans

As-Salamu Alaykum Wa alaikum as salaam

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the Don

Real nigga, street certified, hit the streets whip cost 335

Malcom X get your hand out my pocket

Some niggas walking with death guess they ran out of options

Tell them niggas we moving, tell them niggas to do it

I swear we going ham, throw some, my niggas sew me

They burn on every block,

Snitches ain’t got no heart

Shit ain’t been the same since Ronald Reagan helped Plymouth rock

And we don’t land on it Mr. Reagan,

But this gonna make us rich Mr. Reagan

Now As-Salamu Alaykum Wa alaikum as salaam

She near that every Friday and then go to Jummah

Let her play with the box, she give the greatest of top

She said these niggas out here prayin' she makes a lot, word

How they say that we not fly, how they say that we not working

They just need convincing like Malcolm Little 'fore he converted

I’m on my dean Insha Allah I’ma get her right

On the Bible you can run (Qu'Ran) but you can’t hide

Marching for cars, they put a hole in it

Start the applause, a rebel soul lifted

Preaching for the paper paparazzi, federales severe rallies, massacre lives

Teaching to Shabazz that’s Malik on behind the grass

Corruption over cash, leave them leaking in the cask'

Ain’t better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

Malcolm bettin' platinum in Africa when he sat in a cell

My religion the kitchens, papa formulas

Benjamins to make sure my pockets abnormal

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

It’s hard when starving Marcus Garvey messed with Malcolm Little

Knowledge Was obtained, fuck your chains and your master nigga

We in the field building muscle while you watch the house

And dusting off the porcelain and open when their cock is out