[Produced by Ben Billions] [Intro: Meek Mill] Location: Toronto; Status: five star hotel, Four Seasons. Them chumps right upstairs, they know not to come down here playin' no real n***as. Mood: I'm still up countin' five hundred thousand cash. Nicki in the bedroom sleep, life is good [Verse 1: Meek Mill] I've been in my cell for a week straight Locked down 24, no more Philip's Steak Damn, sh**'s so real it seems fake Damn, let me take 'em to the green gate When we was sellin' white girl Audemar shinin' like it need a light bill These n***as dick ride like they don't even like girls A hundred thousand for the jet, yeah that's the flight bill Damn, cost four bricks to go to the LIV n***a Whole squad on some sh**, that's how we live n***a Twenty-five bad b**hes what we did n***a That's fifty different Louboutins bleedin' red n***a Whew, I ain't blood and I ain't crippin' neither On the phone with the plug talkin' Justin Bieber I made a milly last week and I ain't touch it neither Straight cash tryna give 'em straight gas Catch you out in Brooklyn, get your chain tookin' My Philly boys'll creep up on you when you ain't lookin' With your lil memes, I be with the real queen Screamin' free the real Preme, we be doin' real things Pull up with a bad b**h, whippin' somethin' real mean Marchin' all these f**in' drums on me like a drill team I be with my young n***as, all they know is k** things Don't make me make a real scene, uh See an OVO chain, probably take that sh** Said dreamin' wasn't enough, we had to chase that sh** You ain't write it' n***a, we caught ya, can't erase that sh** And you claimin' you HOV now? Why you state that sh**? Man I hate that sh**, n***as be talkin' out they face But soon as you body somethin' they be singin' like they Drake Wait, n***as dancin' like they fruitcakes Hotline Bling don't get no bing up in this new Wraith Pull up on the plug, swap that bag with the suitcase DC4 on the way, that's n***a's due date Robbed you in your city and you told Tory from the 6, you hatin' on him, Lord knows Culture vulture, now it's time to pay the tolls Soft as the lacrosse team, boy that's word to HOV No reply, word to God I'm on the floor still Me and Nicki watchin' the Sixers, I'm closin' more deals Dreamchasers' double MG, we got the door sealed Roc Nation, Atlantic Records, I'm on my fourth deal When I met you, you was on my dick Asked me to hold the DC chain, now you on some sh** Omelly told me get it back cause he's like "boy's a b**h" And I'm like, let him get it took cause we gon' charge 'em trips [Interlude: Meek Mill & Omelly] f**boy, huh charge you triple the way this real n***a stamp. Chasers, ahh. Location: Philly; Mood: Glock with 30; Status: triple OG, never been disrespected without retaliation, chump [Verse 2: Omelly & Meek Mill] I've been in the hood for like a year straight Sippin' dirty, it be hard for me to stand straight Damn, it's time to cut the dead weight I'm tryna turn my CLS into a red Wraith When I was sellin' hard crack you was scared straight I dropped 9 and bought the Rollie with the red face Meek the one that got the mil, the one that got the deal I'm still lampin' with the shooters and they poppin' pills These n***as like to rap diss they get popped for real It's time to son these p**y rappers, I'm their pop for real I'm the type to f** your mom cause she's a thot for real And I ain't got one, my pump playin' shotgun Quarterback that Glock, Cam Newton, and you catch a hot one And for the fam I'll keep shootin' until the cops come Reload, double back, hold up cuz, I got one Official only respect official and you are not one No, we are not them, we be on some other sh** Deep in them trenches, duckin' narcotics and the government Tracin' the dollar, flippin' that product, tryna double sh** Chewing like it's double mint Man, who you n***as f**in' with? [Outro: Omelly] Hah, hey Meek Mill man, I'ma start running down on these n***as too. Real rap, these n***as soft and they frauds, check DC record n***a, we flawless. Any n***a stepped up to the f**in' plate got rolled over. I ain't just talkin' to be talkin', n***a, check the resume. How many times we got to f** the city up for you n***as to pay homage. f** you n***as talking bout n***a? Slide through 20 deep, I'm talkin' bout 7 Rolls Royces, 3 Maybachs, 20 Rollies, 30 Cubans, 25 bad b**hes, 25 Chanel bags, 6 Caddie trucks, jumbo jets. Stop playin' n***a, we came from nothin'