StreetRunner - Playing With Fire lyrics

[Hook: ??] So you've got so many diamonds You wear all the finest clothes And your grill is shining As you're drivin down the streets of gold But you, can't, blame, me, if I set this stage on fire [Verse 1: Meek Mill] My new b**h she a who*e Cause she f** with Gucci And she f** with Prada And she mess with Louie I heard she f** with Benji She know that he be with me Acting like a groupie I let her Jimmy chew me Her shoes be Giuseppe Mines be D squared Double straps on them Nine hundred a pair Ya, nominate me grinder of the year Cause I be up early in the morning trying to grind me up a square Just to get that dough On your marks set go Trying to move them O's like tic-tac-toe When I see them hoes they be all trying to go [?] a** n***as they be all trying to roll But we don't move D's we just move with the heat Live by the gun in the cold of the streets Supposed to make it hot not cold in the streets Same n***as running around they done told in the streets But this is the life What its like By any means necessary I'mma go and get it and retire in like Nevuary So its 2012 for you rappers put an end to them Scorpio flamer Mortal Kombat finish him [Interlude: ??] But you, can't, blame, me, if I set this stage on fire [Verse 2: Meek Mill] Game spitter flame spitter,lame n***as Couldn't bang with us or hang with us, the same n***as Went against me, trying to partnership me now Cold enemies on that partner sh** now Cause they know I go hard as a tombstone Any sign of disrespect, know you in the goon zone Anywhere you see me at know I got that tool on Make a n***a sound good like that autotune on Labels keep calling they worster than my b**hes Rappers speak my name I say they worster than these snitches This is the blueprint, beginning of some new sh** But nah this ain't Jay Z this Meek Milly baby Louie belt v neck chillen in my AP Dawg I go crazy like I got rabies I'm the man in my city If you ask around the town they say nobody f**ing with me [Hook: ??] So you've got so many diamonds You wear all the finest clothes And your grill is shining As you're drivin down the streets of gold But you, can't, blame, me, if I set this stage on fire