Run This Town

[Verse 1: Meek Mill] I'm screaming free my nigga TIP Brought him from Atlanta to Philly like Mike Vick Fighting charges lawyers say that they might stick I was praying to God, man don't do me like this The hoes fucking niggas with the bricks Now they fucking me I laugh dirty bitch Stay humble even though I know I'm the shit But if rap don't work out then I'mma get me thirty-six Or better seventy-two, or better 144 That's four of them you ain't know it I break it down into O's And I make it do what it do That's dirty money get low And the feds they gon' have to catch me Or money, power, respect me Haters used to neglect me But now they just accept me Failure is what they expect The success they see in my necklace And glory all in my story A lot of niggas they bore me It used to ain't matter much, but I hustle like Robert Horry And know I'm balling like Kobe Shit change Lebron James And now I'm getting this money and killing them John Wayne [?] my time came up here as fast as a leer I dare without a fear, they try to box me out square I ran circles around them now look at them here They cheer that I'm on top, busting like I'm a Glock We busting right out the box We bust them right out the pot And went to the jewelry and watch them bust out the watch Me perform like a GT trick bike Say a word I could pull your bitch like I know sign language, we call it shine language Let the swag talk she say its the swag fault