No Church In The Wild (remix) Lyrics - Meek Mill

[Rick Ross] 

Prime 112 behind the double doors 

As I rewind the devils floors 

Pass across the courts your lifes lost 

Patience a virtue? Heard that youre the boss 

Your informers correct 

Now give me enormous respect 

Cornered the game, record label on his chain 

Right hand on the bible watch the floor catch flames 

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 theres any regrets 

Gino do the graffitti and Black Evander with the Tec 

My girls say that Im a mess 

DJ Khaled say Im the best 

And my city do too 

20 in the trunk, thats how city boys move 

8.9, now the crib got a view 

Mandarin manicure, DEA in pursuit 

Champagne and and a Rolex, Rose 

No church for a d-boy: lets pray 

[Hook] 

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[Meek Mill] 

Aint 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 its 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 

Youngin only 13 with a snub in his fleece 

Even though his hearts cold still got love for the heat 

See the high in his eyes, hear the slugs in his speech 

From the bottom 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 its my mamas 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 b-tch that tell you she aint 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 Im squeezing on him and clapping 

And I aint talking about similies 

Im talking head-shots where niggas wont remember me 

I asked God please remove my enemies 

I was surprised when I lost niggas that was friends of me 

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