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No Church in the Wild

๐Ÿ‘ค Meek Mill feat. Rick Ross โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ I Run My City โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 3:03
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โฑ๏ธ 3:03 duration
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๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

Prime 112 behind the double doors
As I rewind the devils floors
Paths cross, of course your life lost
"Patience a virtue. Heard that you're the boss"
Your informant's correct
Now give me enormous respect
Cornered the game, record label on his chain
Right hand on the bible watch the flow catch flame
Margielas on her feet
Now she riding with a lame all jealous in the Jeep
All the lil homies wanna eat
But we never settle beef
So settle your debts before there's any regrets
Gino do the graffitti and Black Evander with the Tech
My girls say that I'm a mess
DJ Khaled say I'm the best
And my city do too
20 in the trunk, that's how city boys move
8.9, now the crib got a view
Mandarin manicure, DEA in pursuit
Champagne and a Rolex, Rose
No church for a d-boy: let's pray

Human beings in a mob
What's a mob to a king? What's a king to a God?
What's a God to a non-believer who don't believe in anything?

Ain't no church in the wild for a nigga like me
In the game so foul in a world full of sin
Where the love flow thin
And the pain run deep
Cause it's blood in the streets
See the stains on the money, No love for the weak
Where it rain, never sunny, just mud on a beach
Where a hater sticks to you like mud on a cleat
Thanksgiving with the birds just drugs for a feast
Young'n only 13 with a snub in his fleece
Even though his heart's cold, he in love with the heat
See the high in his eyes, hear the slugs in his speech
From the bottom out of Philly, I emerge from the east
Peace! At the dealer talking Bugatti talk
You never heard it like Illuminati talk
Tell em haters that it's my mama's fault
Breaking bricks - you would think we talking karate talk
Young niggas with old money
Never trust a nigga that said "let me hold something"
Never trust a bitch that tell you she ain't blown nothing
The Weathermen never tell me about these cold summers
Tears dripped on my dad casket
Niggas turned me into a bastard
Glock 40 on me is plastic
Get to reaching I'm squeezing on him and clapping
And I ain't talking about assemblies
I'm talking head-shots where niggas won't remember me
I asked God please remove my enemies
I was surprised when I lost niggas that was friends of me

โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics

[00:02.77] Prime 112 behind the double doors
[00:14.72] As I rewind the devils floors
[00:17.73] Paths cross, of course your life lost
[00:20.32] "Patience a virtue. Heard that you're the boss"
[00:21.61] Your informant's correct
[00:25.49] Now give me enormous respect
[00:27.91] Cornered the game, record label on his chain
[00:30.53] Right hand on the bible watch the flow catch flame
[00:33.27] Margielas on her feet
[00:35.55] Now she riding with a lame all jealous in the Jeep
[00:38.13] All the lil homies wanna eat
[00:40.62] But we never settle beef
[00:43.38] So settle your debts before there's any regrets
[00:45.99] Gino do the graffitti and Black Evander with the Tech
[00:48.40] My girls say that I'm a mess
[00:51.23] DJ Khaled say I'm the best
[00:53.86] And my city do too
[00:56.56] 20 in the trunk, that's how city boys move
[00:59.09] 8.9, now the crib got a view
[01:01.22] Mandarin manicure, DEA in pursuit
[01:04.28] Champagne and a Rolex, Rose
[01:07.09] No church for a d-boy: let's pray
[01:09.56] Human beings in a mob
[01:13.43] What's a mob to a king? What's a king to a God?
[01:17.33] What's a God to a non-believer who don't believe in anything?
[01:25.94] Ain't no church in the wild for a nigga like me
[01:31.87] In the game so foul in a world full of sin
[01:33.95] Where the love flow thin
[01:34.79] And the pain run deep
[01:35.98] Cause it's blood in the streets
[01:37.43] See the stains on the money, No love for the weak
[01:39.06] Where it rain, never sunny, just mud on a beach
[01:42.30] Where a hater sticks to you like mud on a cleat
[01:44.17] Thanksgiving with the birds just drugs for a feast
[01:47.88] Young'n only 13 with a snub in his fleece
[01:50.11] Even though his heart's cold, he in love with the heat
[01:52.27] See the high in his eyes, hear the slugs in his speech
[01:55.00] From the bottom out of Philly, I emerge from the east
[01:58.05] Peace! At the dealer talking Bugatti talk
[02:00.24] You never heard it like Illuminati talk
[02:03.55] Tell em haters that it's my mama's fault
[02:06.27] Breaking bricks - you would think we talking karate talk
[02:09.07] Young niggas with old money
[02:11.44] Never trust a nigga that said "let me hold something"
[02:14.28] Never trust a bitch that tell you she ain't blown nothing
[02:16.87] The Weathermen never tell me about these cold summers
[02:19.39] Tears dripped on my dad casket
[02:21.93] Niggas turned me into a bastard
[02:25.23] Glock 40 on me is plastic
[02:27.28] Get to reaching I'm squeezing on him and clapping
[02:29.26] And I ain't talking about assemblies
[02:31.92] I'm talking head-shots where niggas won't remember me
[02:34.77] I asked God please remove my enemies
[02:37.22] I was surprised when I lost niggas that was friends of me
[02:39.96]

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