Bag Talk

[Intro Meek Mill] Am Am F I can hear it in your voice you wasn't never in this shit nigga Dm G We still at war [Verse 1: Meek Mill] Am Young niggas totin' Glocks Sellin' dope, poppin' wheelies F Dm G When the feds came through, they scooped the whole South Philly Am F Dm G When the feds came through, they scooped the whole South Philly Am F We was grinding, they was hating Dm G Perfect time to get this money, I was patient Am F We was Gucci, they was snaking Dm G Only one to keep it real when they was faking Am F Ain't a nigga 'round me I ain't give a hundred bands to Dm G Never [?], Im not about them bitches that we ran through Am F When you get the money like I got it the can't stand you Dm Am F Fuck 'em, we at war with the system, in the streets Dm G Bulletproof I'm in the trenches, niggas said that I got beef Am I can't really trust these niggas 'bout this cash, and I can't sleep Dm G And my homie lined my other homie up, 'cause he a creep Am F Show no love for this pussy ass nigga, it get deep Dm G For the love of that Benji, we spillin' blood in them streets Am F And I know why they hate me, it ain't no love in these streets Dm G He was hearing [?], it was cheap Am F He was sellin us that [?], [?] Reebok Dm G Damn, thought you was all here, found out that we not Am F [?] for three blocks Dm G Turn that boy to a freeze pop, shoot him into a [?] Am It's a dog-eat-dog enviornment F Young niggas killing, all the old heads retiring Dm And the sound of that 30 start to sound inspiring G When you pull up on them, I start firing Am Please don't judge us, they done killed our brothers Am F I went drop top Dawn on 'em, we do numbers Dm G And when we get a chance to rain on 'em, we gon' flood 'em Fuck 'em, fuck 'em Chorus Am I told 'em, I'mma pray for 'em F All that drama I feel like I'm made for Dm Catch a body, take it to the grave for me G And if they pop you off, you'll never change on me, no Am F Bag talk, put a bag on her, [[?] Dm [?] G Killed the niggas [?] Am Why you take it that far? F [?] everybody, you gotta understand, dog Dm We the type to call the house and have a standoff G [?] [Verse 2] Am F We ain't never been loved, so we don't know how it feel Dm G That's how you feel the fake shit, they don't know who was real Am F All my enemies, frenemies, I don't know who to kill Dm G I don't know who gon' keep it silent and know who gon' squeal Am I can't tell no more F I don't know who's [?] Dm G 'Cause it all got fuzzy and came down to that money Am F I seen niggas [?], watch while I"m hungry Dm G Bitches changed for the fame, you gotta watch when they phony Am F I don't know where I'm going, I need navigation Dm G They came and [?] y'all niggas for they graduation Am F Spent some time on that [?] still ain't got no patience Dm G Gave my nigga 20 years, put him on vacation Am F Every time I'm in the hood, I be on some [?] shit Dm G Stars all in the ceiling, feel like it's a spaceship Am F In them streets, we still in there, niggas think we made it Dm G They just killed my little cousin, wish I could've saved him Am F 'Member times out in Vegas when we did it major Dm G Niggas turned they back on us, I feel like they played us Am F I feel like they try to use us, I can't do no favors Dm G Gotta watch these niggas close 'cause they been catchin [?]