[Verse 1: Meek Mill]. Free Boosie real nigga. In the jail standing tall like Shaquille nigga. I used to say "I know how you feel nigga". It's like a full time job not to kill niggas. Had my hood hating now they came up. I don't know if it's the money or the fake stuff. Got me walking through the jungle with my flame tucked. Got around my juries since they want to see me chained up. Friends turn to foes when you're in a row. Model bitches turn to hoes cause a nigga froze. Got them people taking pictures let a nigga pose. Cause I get paper reading scripts you ain't getting shows. Poppin' bottles it sound like a Mac-10. Better be soaked in it when I'm back in. I dropped a quarter milli on an Aston. And I ain't got an album man I got these niggas wildin' out. I'm gone. [Hook x2: Meek Mill]. Shout out to the real niggas (Salute). And shout out to the real bitches (Say what). I'm popping bottles with my real niggas. It's like a full time job not to kill niggas. [Verse 2: Ace Hood]. Yeah bought a chopper for my problems that banana type. Seen a millie now it's hard for me to sleep at night. I'm the type to flood the rollie like it's New Orleans. Bet that all my niggas ball like I'm Mr. Clean. From the bottom to the top I made it out the gutter. I'm 17 on every scene I need my bread and butter. Used to run the streets but now I'm running every summer. Right back on my bullshit like a Chicago lover. Feel like I'm jumping up out that phantom on my cocky ass. Know they hating I just tell 'em kiss the paper tags. Still be with them pretty bitches save for Stacy Dash. Plus my rollie cost me 80 that's gon' make 'em mad. Free my niggas locked free my nigga caged. Fuck the system yeah you know we on the same page. Niggas love it when you're drowning in that water dawg. Hate to see a nigga shining like some marmaro. Loyalty over royalty that's my common law. We The Best: the logo and I'm with my fucking boss. He just tell me murder niggas would think of Holocaust. Kill the hottest young'n in and what you niggas thought. [Hook x2: Meek Mill]. Shout out to the real niggas (Salute). And shout out to the real bitches (Say what). I'm popping bottles with my real niggas. It's like a full time job not to kill niggas. [Verse 3: Plies]. They took a half of ? nigga out the bank nigga. If you want to whip 'em pussy nigga blank nigga. And I put that red dot right where you think nigga. Hood nigga still wearing cuban linx nigga. I'm on the ave. nigga riding in a cutlass. You that talking nigga you know you a pussy. A real nigga real life no rap shit. And I can promise you this ain't what you want bitch. Dialed me and still ain't a real nigga. ?Cause I was to busy to gutter with the real niggas. When you see me in the field tell me how you feel nigga. And we some kids to tell you that we the real nigga. And they ain't telling none of my young nigga to chill nigga. We all shooters nigga and all us on the pills nigga. Ain't got a yacht but nigga the size of Shaquille nigga. And before you try anything you better write your will nigga. [Hook x2: Meek Mill]. Shout out to the real niggas (Salute). And shout out to the real bitches (Say what). I'm popping bottles with my real niggas. It's like a full time job not to kill niggas