Cream - Meek Mill

The revolution shall be televised

This year it’s all about us so fuck the other side

Gotta get killed on camera for us to come alive

Well shit we dead already from all this homicide

In my cell hangin' from a rope

Where you get less time for rape than for sellin' dope

When you get the same time for dope then you do a murder

Innocent 'til guilty, guilty the verdict

Before you even started that Harley, no we ain’t notice

Cause we was goin' to war with ourselves over that coca

And they was tryna hurt us, lock us so far in the mountains

Couldn’t get no service and our families couldn’t service us

Fightin' a silent war with a silencer

Like racin' a Lamborghini with a Challenger

And the feds gon' follow us

Label us as terrorists and then they drop bombs on us

And we turn to media, they lie to us

Nobody really speakin' on them courtrooms that bodied us

Labeled us as hooligans, we trappin' and we movin' it

Kids barely eatin' at that table with that tuna fish

Breakfast and lunchtime Mama ordered the noodle dish

Dinner time I was on the corner, me and Lucifer

Who you s’posed to call when the cops the ones shootin' you?

Nobody

Talked to the Shmurdas and I told 'em keep their head up

And when you touch down, stay focused and get your bread up

Cause when you’re gettin' to it the people be gettin' fed up

They buildin' brand new jails for us, don’t make your bed up

Use your head, dog, and beware

Certain niggas just ain’t good for you dont bring them near ya

I’m young, black, and I get money, my swag serious

America’s worst nightmare, I’m what they’re scared of

Fresh back home, they had to sit me down

I come back home, they talkin' Nicki now?

I spit like a drummer that hold 50 rounds

And for my walkthroughs it cost 60 pounds

Of Sour D, Hollywood, I should be

But that hood shit bring the hood out of me

I be on the 'gram like I hit the lottery

Buyin' every car, every house I see, tryna be

A gangsta, I was tryna be a king

You’re tryna score a point, I was tryna get a ring

Couple niggas got happy, heard I was in the bing

'Til they let me out my cell, I jumped right up in that sink

Balenciaga red interior, they’re inferior

I made a couple milli in jail, I’m dead serious

Monkey ass hoes like George and head curious

Flow so wavy man I should’ve been an aquarius

I’m talkin' to Hov on the jail call

Get so many letters that they thinkin' it’s mail fraud

When I fell on the money they said that I fell off

We got like, 6 mansions, 12 lofts

3 condos, any apartments?

Hell naw

Just all penthouses, nigga I’ve been 'bout it

Gets in, gets out it, like it’s a robbery

I came up from the bottom and ain’t no stoppin' me nigga