I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this
So I had to grind like that to shine like this
Man you claiming you the king of New York
What the f-ck wrong with you n-gga, step back
Hundred shots, aim straight at your snap cap
Everybody want the crown so I snatch that
Last n-gga that slid on us got dropped on it, he told on us
Every n-gga you see with me got ice on 'em, bank rolls on us
I'm stackin' money to the ceiling
All this ice that's in my Rollie I be chilling
And I just made a couple million
So I could take care of them children
Alles was ich will, ist Geld zu verdienen und mich um meine Familie zu kümmern.
I know all I really wanna do is get money and take care of my family.
Meek Mill