Meek Mill - sh** On The Industry lyrics

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Meek Mill - sh** On The Industry lyrics

[Verse 1: Meek Mill] Hate is my motivator, wrists on refrigerator Money participator, got power like generators Look what my wrist done made us, wholesale like liquidators Shout out my imitators, f** how I am a flamer I'm all of that, f** them hoes, don't call 'em back You on it but we off of that Get paper, just like office max sh**tin' on these n***as, where the f** they put my toilet at? Obama on my wrist, presidential b**h In the back of the 'bach, smokin' some presidential sh** And I'm strapped with the mack, on some residential sh** And if your homie think he tough, I get him presidential hit I got 20 in the stash, for a n***a a** Take [?] to the front when I hear he didn't cause [?] Let me cut my lawn, snakes up in the gra** n***a I'm a king and you a pawn so do the math They be throwing shots, they ain't hit me yet Talking they gon k** 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** 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***a Jigga, fresh from out the mud Fresh from out the set I'm screaming free my n***a Bud Rest In Peace to Dolla, homie you a coward Shot at my n***a 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** up your whole plans Take me back to jail, sit me in a cell before a coffin full of nails f** her then I'm well I'm from Philadelphia n***as 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** on the whole industry)