Organized Chaos Lyrics - Meek Mill

[Verse 1: Meek Mill] 

Homies dead and I miss 'em 

Rest caught up in the system 

Trayvon Martin in a hoodie, MAC with a fully, I won't be a victim 

Pyrex stove in the kitchen 

Pray the lord gon' forgive us 

Go to war with the realest 

For the love of Benjis, saw it in my dinner 

I went from captain to K 

Catchin' a bus to catchin' a Wraith 

Banana boy, up in my Bape 

I'm tryna catch me an eighth 

They tryna touch on my safe 

I cannot barely can sleep 

I gotta lay with my peeps 

Every single fuckin' day of the week 

They killed my daddy in nine-two 

I had to stay in the streets 

Warrin' with niggas from down the block 

I had to wake up to beef 

Forty gon' wake up the neighbors 

They gotta wake up to me 

Smokin' dope got me paranoid like the Reaper was waitin' for me 

Tell my opps that we gon' die about this shit 

I come from a place where niggas die about a diss 

You ain't in the hood so we can't slide by your strip 

Cookin' so much fuckin' work I might get high off that brick 

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[Chorus: Eearz] 

Can't ever forget, can't ever forget 

Them haters remind me, to get back on my [?] 

Where I come from niggas 'round here die 'bout that shit 

Me and mine so fuck the other side, I am drippy 

This shit that remind me, all the days I had less 

Hatin' on me for what? you should go get a check 

You gon' do what to who? better say it with your chest 

We gon' come for your neck, I suggest you protect 

[Verse 2: Eearz] 

Ma died back in oh-five, it was no one but me 

Popped out that pussy nine-two, fell in love with the streets 

I do not do perpetuations, these real talk and the statements 

Hide the masses, I hit payment 

I need street participation 

They said that I wouldn't be nothin' 

It's just like a fuckin' nigga to be hatin' 

I got business for myself and he ain't 

I'm tryna pull up, make the whole block faint 

The coupe stained inside, candy paint 

I pass the [?] 'cause a nigga don't drank it 

Only get faded on special occasions 

Like when I get them new Ben Franks 

I got niggas on the roof and the flank 

For the ones who think diamonds be blank 

We hit him up at the top of his tank 

Strong arm who, bitch I get dank 

Told him strip, let the lil baby spray 

Now off rip name heavy in the race 

Need no nigga, I depend on my faith 

I bet they give me a Wraith and a [?] 

Put all the play aways in the game and put a [?] out his ways 

See niggas don't know about all the pain and see all my struggle 

See I came straight out of them crevices and that gutter 

These niggas don't know about it, better then not tell 'em I show 'em, yeah I show 'em 

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[Chorus: Eearz] 

Can't ever forget, can't ever forget 

Them haters remind me, to get back on my [?] 

Where I come from niggas 'round here die 'bout that shit 

Me and mine so fuck the other side, I am drippy 

This shit that remind me, all the days I had less 

Hatin' on me for what? you should go get a check 

You gon' do what to who? better say it with your chest 

We gon' come for your neck, I suggest you protect 

[Verse 3: Meek Mill] 

Yeah, they'll smoke you for a Rollie 

Niggas kill him for a Cuban 

Gotta watch how I'm movin' 

Freddie Kruger with the Ruger 

They'll kill you when you're talkin' peace 

Learned that shit from Martin Luther 

Gotta move with a shooter 

More jewels than a jeweler 

Niggas be hating for what 

You should go get you a check 

Diamonds they jumping like checkers 

But we still moving like chess 

Head shot, head shot 

Bang bang, what you gon' do with that vest? 

Ran off like thirty bricks 

Give a fuck 'bout who the connect 

We was just living to die 

Now we just dying to live 

They put my dog in the sky 

We spilling bottles to live 

You better check your homie 'fore I put a check on the top of his head 

Bitches be checking for me 'cause they know a nigga on top of his bread 

I drop four like Uno 

Fuck a popstar, get kudos 

Two bad hoes in my two door 

Flooded my fleece on [?] 

Went OG on your OG 

My young nigga he a fool though 

We had to go get it OT 

I made a milly off two O's 

[Chorus: Eearz] 

Can't ever forget, can't ever forget 

Them haters remind me, to get back on my [?] 

Where I come from niggas 'round here die 'bout that shit 

Me and mine so fuck the other side, I am drippy 

This shit that remind me, all the days I had less 

Hatin' on me for what? you should go get a check 

You gon' do what to who? better say it with your chest 

We gon' come for your neck, I suggest you protect