Bag Talk - Meek Mill

I can hear it in your voice you wasn’t never in this shit nigga

We still at war

Young niggas totin' Glocks

Sellin' dope, poppin' wheelies

When the feds came through, they scooped the whole South Philly

When the feds came through, they scooped the whole South Philly

We was grinding, they was hating

Perfect time to get this money, I was patient

We was Gucci, they was snaking

Only one to keep it real, when they was faking

Ain’t a nigga 'round me I ain’t give a hundred bands to

Never falling out, about them bitches that we ran through

When you get the money, like I got it, they can’t stand you

Fuck 'em, we at war with the system, in the streets

Bulletproof I’m in the trenches, niggas said that I got beef

I can’t really trust these niggas 'bout this cash, and I can’t sleep

And my homie lined my other homie up, 'cause he a creep

Show no love for that pussy ass nigga, it get deep

For the love of that Benji, we spillin' blood in them streets

And I know why they hate me, it ain’t no love in them streets

He was hinting at work, we thought it was love it was cheap

He was sellin us that reerock, pumping us on that Reebok

Damn, thought you was all here, found out that we not

Slid up on him wit three Glocks, did him dirty for three blocks

Turn that boy to a freeze pop, shoot 'em until it decock

It’s a dog-eat-dog environment

Young niggas killing, all the old heads retiring

And the sound of that 30 start to sound inspiring

When you pull up on them, I start firing

Please don’t judge us, they done killed our brothers

We done starved all winter they gon feel our summers

I went drop top Dawn on 'em, we do numbers

And when we get a chance to rain on 'em, we gon' flood 'em

Fuck 'em, fuck 'em

I told 'em, I’mma pray for 'em

All that drama I feel like I’m made for

Catch a body, take it to the grave for me

And if they pop you off, you’ll never change on me, no

Bag talk, put a bag on her, let that cash talk

Daddy was arrested so it’s dad’s fault

Killed the niggas about you, you tell them that part?

Why you take it that far?

everybody, you gotta understand, dog

We the type to call the opps and have a standoff

Make a thottie call your homie, that’s a man-off

We ain’t never been loved, so we don’t know how it feel

They so used to the fake shit, they don’t know what was real

All my enemies, frenemies, I don’t know who to kill

I don’t know who gon' keep it silent and know who gon' squeal

I can’t tell no more

I don’t know who was thurl

'Cause it all got fuzzy and came down to that money

I seen niggas eatin' from me, made me watch while I’m hungry

Bitches changed for the fame, you gotta watch them they phony

I don’t know where I’m going, I need navigation

They came and got a young niggas 'for they graduation

Spent some time on that Patek still ain’t got no patience

Gave my nigga 20 years, put him on vacation

Every time I’m in the hood, I be on some Wraith shit

Stars all in the ceiling, feel like it’s a spaceship

In them streets, we still in there, niggas think we made it

They just killed my little cousin, wish I could’ve saved him

'Member times out in Vegas when we did it major

Niggas turned they back on us, I feel like they played us

I feel like they try to use us, I can’t do no favors

Gotta watch these niggas close 'cause they been catchin' vapors