Meek Mill - G5 (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse 1: Meek Mill] Ugh, lord forgive me for my sins, I was chasin' ends And I'm into makin' money, I ain't in to making friends Cause these n***as rattin', I ain't finna take a chance Homie said he bout that action and grab me and take a stand Say loyalty make a man, got a homie and he told I don't even shake his hand, I dont even crack a smile Knew him since a child, man this game so wild But n***as made vows to a code I never break Ridin' in the heavy weight Thirty-six O's in the bird, call it feather weight Never on time, when I show up I be ready late n***as got fat while we starved they already ate And I'm trying to get full, masks on clips full If he got the money we attack him like a pitbull We sellin' soft, we sellin' hard like its a brick store On my dick n***a, thats what I thought your chick for You pissed off, I only deal with the big dogs Could've bought a Maybach before I signed with Rick Ross That's the reason that I'm turnin' up Doin' donuts while these haters got these n***as burnin' up n***as want to murder us, this label want me purpula You ain't talkin' money to me I need a interpreter Cause I can't understand that, money rubber band that Take off in my city, and your city where I land at When I'm in your town forty rounds in my damn strap Boy what a feeling getting hit