Bag Talk Lyrics - Meek Mill

[Intro: Meek Mill] 

I can hear it in your voice you wasn't never in this shit nigga 

We still at war 

[Verse 1: Meek Mill] 

Young niggas totin' Glocks 

Sellin' dope, poppin' wheelies 

When the feds came through, they scooped the whole South Philly 

When the feds came through, they scooped the whole South Philly 

We was grinding, they was hating 

Perfect time to get this money, I was patient 

We was Gucci, they was snaking 

Only one to keep it real when they was faking 

Ain't a nigga 'round me I ain't give a hundred bands to 

Never falling out, about them bitches that we ran through 

When you get the money like I got it they can't stand you 

Fuck 'em, we at war with the system, in the streets 

Bulletproof I'm in the trenches, niggas said that I got beef 

I can't really trust these niggas 'bout this cash, and I can't sleep 

And my homie lined my other homie up, 'cause he a creep 

Show no love for that pussy ass nigga, it get deep 

For the love of that Benji, we spillin' blood in them streets 

And I know why they hate me, it ain't no love in them streets 

He was hinting at work, we thought it was love it was cheap 

He was sellin us that reerock, pumping us on that Reebok 

Damn, thought you was all here, found out that we not 

Slid up on him wit three Glocks, did him dirty for three blocks 

Turn that boy to a freeze pop, shoot him into a [?] 

It's a dog-eat-dog enviornment 

Young niggas killing, all the old heads retiring 

And the sound of that 30 start to sound inspiring 

When you pull up on them, I start firing 

Please don't judge us, they done killed our brothers 

We done starved all winter they gon feel our summers 

I went drop top Don on 'em, we do numbers 

And when we get a chance to rain on 'em, we gon' flood 'em 

Fuck 'em, fuck 'em 

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[Chorus] 

I told 'em, I'mma pray for 'em 

All that drama I feel like I'm made for 

Catch a body, take it to the grave for me 

And if they pop you off, you'll never change on me, no 

Bag talk, put a bag on her, let that cash talk 

[?] 

Killed the niggas [?] 

Why you take it that far? 

[?] everybody, you gotta understand, dog 

We the type to call the house and have a standoff 

Make a thottie call your homie, that's a man-off 

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[Verse 2] 

We ain't never been loved, so we don't know how it feel 

They so used to the fake shit, they don't know what was real 

All my enemies, frenemies, I don't know who to kill 

I don't know who gon' keep it silent and know who gon' squeal 

I can't tell no more 

I don't know who's [?] 

'Cause it all got fuzzy and came down to that money 

I seen niggas eatin' from me], made me watch while I'm hungry 

Bitches changed for the fame, you gotta watch them they phony 

I don't know where I'm going, I need navigation 

They came and got a young niggas 'for they graduation 

Spent some time on that Patek still ain't got no patience 

Gave my nigga 20 years, put him on vacation 

Every time I'm in the hood, I be on some Wraith shit 

Stars all in the ceiling, feel like it's a spaceship 

In them streets, we still in there, niggas think we made it 

They just killed my little cousin, wish I could've saved him 

'Member times out in Vegas when we did it major 

Niggas turned they back on us, I feel like they played us 

I feel like they try to use us, I can't do no favors 

Gotta watch these niggas close 'cause they been catchin' vapors