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[Intro: Meek Mill]
Am                                                          Am F
I can hear it in your voice you wasn't never in this shit nigga
Dm          G
We still at war

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
       Am
Young niggas totin' Glocks
Sellin' dope, poppin' wheelies
          F                                   Dm            G
When the feds came through, they scooped the whole South Philly
   Am    F                                     Dm           G
When the feds came through, they scooped the whole South Philly
Am                         F
We was grinding, they was hating
Dm                                      G
Perfect time to get this money, I was patient
Am                       F
We was Gucci, they was snaking
     Dm                                      G
Only one to keep it real when they was faking
Am                               F
Ain't a nigga 'round me I ain't give a hundred bands to
Dm                            G
Never [?], Im not about them bitches that we ran through
Am                              F
When you get the money like I got it the can't stand you
Dm                             Am             F
Fuck 'em, we at war with the system, in the streets
                          Dm                            G
Bulletproof I'm in the trenches, niggas said that I got beef
                          Am
I can't really trust these niggas 'bout this cash, and I can't sleep
                       Dm                             G
And my homie lined my other homie up, 'cause he a creep
                       Am                      F
Show no love for this pussy ass nigga, it get deep
                      Dm                  G
For the love of that Benji, we spillin' blood in them streets
                    Am                    F
And I know why they hate me, it ain't no love in these streets
Dm                            G
He was hearing [?], it was cheap
                   Am              F
He was sellin us that [?], [?] Reebok
                      Dm                        G
Damn, thought you was all here, found out that we not
Am            F
[?] for three blocks
                     Dm                  G
Turn that boy to a freeze pop, shoot him into a [?]
Am
It's a dog-eat-dog enviornment
F
Young niggas killing, all the old heads retiring
Dm
And the sound of that 30 start to sound inspiring
G
When you pull up on them, I start firing
Am
Please don't judge us, they done killed our brothers
Am                                  F
I went drop top Dawn on 'em, we do numbers
                          Dm                        G
And when we get a chance to rain on 'em, we gon' flood 'em
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em

[Chorus]
Am
I told 'em, I'mma pray for 'em
F
All that drama I feel like I'm made for
Dm
Catch a body, take it to the grave for me
G
And if they pop you off, you'll never change on me, no
Am          F
Bag talk, put a bag on her, [[?]
Dm
[?]
G
Killed the niggas [?]
Am
Why you take it that far?
F
[?] everybody, you gotta understand, dog
Dm
We the type to call the house and have a standoff
G
[?]

[Verse 2]
Am                                 F
We ain't never been loved, so we don't know how it feel
Dm                                 G
That's how you feel the fake shit, they don't know who was real
Am                         F
All my enemies, frenemies, I don't know who to kill
Dm                                         G
I don't know who gon' keep it silent and know who gon' squeal
Am
I can't tell no more
F
I don't know who's [?]
Dm                                G
'Cause it all got fuzzy and came down to that money
Am                   F
I seen niggas [?], watch while I"m hungry
Dm                                      G
Bitches changed for the fame, you gotta watch when they phony
Am                              F
I don't know where I'm going, I need navigation
Dm                                      G
They came and [?] y'all niggas for they graduation
Am                                      F
Spent some time on that [?] still ain't got no patience
Dm                                      G
Gave my nigga 20 years, put him on vacation
Am                                  F
Every time I'm in the hood, I be on some [?] shit
Dm                              G
Stars all in the ceiling, feel like it's a spaceship
Am                                      F
In them streets, we still in there, niggas think we made it
Dm                                 G
They just killed my little cousin, wish I could've saved him
Am                                           F
'Member times out in Vegas when we did it major
Dm                              G
Niggas turned they back on us, I feel like they played us
Am                              F
I feel like they try to use us, I can't do no favors
Dm                                      G
Gotta watch these niggas close 'cause they been catchin [?]

            
            
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