[Meek Mill (DJ Khaled)]
When you go out, you want an obituary or a documentary? Which one you want Khaled?
(I want money)
A documentary, right?

(I want that too!)
We gotta make movies

Bright lights attracted bad bitches
And attracted to mad niggas
Whoever thought lil´ ol´ Meek Milly´d pass Jigga?
I´m just thinkin´ a tad bigger
You niggas talk fly, only fly at your last picture
And you look like the last picture
I just hit a home run, on clash with us
And this money, [?], comin´ for the ass, nigga, ass, nigga
Last nigga, there were cemeteries diggin´ grass, nigga
The obituary leaves the last scripture
Mama said he was a good kid, thinkin´ would kid
I signed my deal with my AP on

In the drop top with the AC on
Stuntin´ with Cash Money, get my Baby on
No, never fuck a chick that got Bakers on
Or no Michael Kors
I´m on the same shit that Mike was on
Jordan, Jackson, Tyson on
I´ve seen niggas your type twice before
I´m in that white velour, look at the flights I bought
These mothafuckin´ hoes got a right to war
When a young real nigga light the floor
Hundred black bottles, man that´s lights galore
Before Tom was Ford, I´m talkin´ Honda Accord
Lookin´ for a plug, tryna find the cord
Niggas gettin´ shot tryna find the Lord
This bust down Rollie say the time is yours
I get my grindin´ on
Like [?] in the [?], it was mayday

Started with a warden, gun until I got an AK
Kids in the projects when we was by the bay, bay
Kids with the Pyrex, I hit it first, Ray J

When the lights low, and the show starts
And the champagne spill on your bow tie
And your dawg change up, playin´ both sides
No it won´t stop, when the dope stop
When the fed rush in the dope spot
And your main man tell ´em how the coke drop
How he rain danced with me by the boat dock
I know when he did that, I bet that your ghost drop
I hope that you stand up
Young nigga just man up
I´m just hopin´ you stand up
Young nigga just man up
I just hope that you man up and don´t give the fam up

I just hope that you man up and don´t give the fam up
Real nigga for life

As the rain drop, drop on the pavement
I came through my hood Mulsanne´n
On the block all night like I ain´t famous
I still run with the same niggas I came with
Where I came from, where I came in
We eatin´ lobster and steak from Top Ramen
Oodles and noodles, when you´re hungry them killers´ll do you
And when you´re gettin´ to that money them people pursue you
The Feds lurkin´, the streets watchin´
Them hoes talkin´, like "he got it"
And he nervous, cause we plottin´
We call that boy for a burner and we rob him

Like Batman, pussy niggas gettin´ backhand
Talkin´ to the people you a at man
Half rack, we got more ghosts than Pac-Man
And for that paper we be grindin´ like a lapdance
Get the money young nigga
Get the money, never fold, cause they comin´ young nigga
When the feds get to rushin´, better not tell on young nigga
Don´t be selfish young nigga, just man up, don´t give the fam up
Facin´ 20 years when they added them grams up
Plus 5 more, he got booked with a handgun
And now he in the courtroom, givin´ his mans up
Rat ass nigga

When the lights low, and the show starts
And the champagne spill on your bow tie

And your dawg change up, playin´ both sides
No it won´t stop, when the dope stop
When the fed rush in the dope spot
And your main man tell ´em how the coke drop
How he rain danced with me by the boat dock
I know when he did that, I bet that your ghost drop
I hope that you stand up
Young nigga just man up
I´m just hopin´ you stand up
Young nigga just man up
I just hope that you man up and don´t give the fam up
I just hope that you man up and don´t give the fam up
Real nigga for life