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shit on the industry - meek mill lyrics

[verse 1: meek mill]
hate is my motivator, wrists on refrigerator
money partic-p-tor, got power like generators
look what my wrist done made us, wholesale like liquidators
shout out my imitators, f-ck how i am a flamer
i’m all of that, f-ck them hoes, don’t call ’em back
you on it but we off of that
get paper, just like office max
sh-ttin’ on these n-ggas, where the f-ck they put my toilet at?
obama on my wrist, presidential b-tch
in the back of the ‘bach, smokin’ some presidential sh-t
and i’m strapped with the mack, on some residential sh-t
and if your homie think he tough, i get him presidential hit
i got 20 in the stash, for a n-gga -ss
take [?] to the front when i hear he didn’t cause [?]
let me cut my lawn, snakes up in the gr-ss
n-gga i’m a king and you a p-wn so do the math
they be throwing shots, they ain’t hit me yet
talking they gon k!ll 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 f-ck 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 n-gga jigga, fresh from out the mud
fresh from out the set i’m screaming free my n-gga bud
rest in peace to dolla, homie you a coward
shot at my n-gga 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 f-ck up your whole plans
take me back to jail, sit me in a cell before a coffin full of nails
f-ck her then i’m well
i’m from philadelphia n-ggas 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 (sh-t on the whole industry)

- meek mill lyrics

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