Lyrics:
I'm so motherfucking hungry man my head hurt.
I had to get myself together and make my head work, but at the same time I had to keep my rap career first.
Everybody know the hood can be your worst distraction and when a nigga disrespect the gun is your first reaction.
This is how we living in the struggle all we got is pride.
So when a nigga take It from you shit you got to ride, murder homicide.
So by all means necessary Imma strive, to get my momma out the hood since my father died.
If you don’t grind then you don’t shine shit I gotta try, made man brave man nigga I am I.
I’m from the hood where the tears never end, and the pain never stops, the game on clock.
Yeah its looking sunny, but the rain going to drop, and bodies gonna fall thats why I be going hard.
Roaming through these mean streets I be on guard, cause niggas stealing lives faster then they stealing cars.
See me I'm still alive praying that I don't fall, this sinning got me wining though is all wrong.
Then I stop look around my homies all gone, we the last of the last holding on strong.
Some say I ain't earned it you break it down burn it, Imma rebuild because I'm thorough and determined.
Call me Meek Mill I'm the realest in the world.
From the north to the south I am murder, while you was steady chillin I was in the crib writing raps thinking millions