Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Meek Mill
Lead Vocals
Dria
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Clemmie Rishad
Composer
Tarik Azzouz
Composer
Christopher Alan Thornton
Songwriter
Diondria Elaine Thornton
Lyrics
Nicholas M. Warwar
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
STREETRUNNER
Producer
Tarik Azzouz
Producer
Letras
[Verse 1]
Wasn’t for this music I'd probably be dead
Instead I'm on top and I'm countin' this bread
Sitting in a mansion, coulda been in the feds
Drop top, even with a price on my head
Whoa
[Verse 2]
It’s no roof so they can see me shine
No roof so they can see me shine
Only a matter of time
It’s dedicated, put it all to the grind
It’s no roof so they can see me shine
Whoa
[Verse 3]
It’s no roof so they can see me shine
No roof so they can see me shine
Only a matter of time
It’s dedicated, put it all to the grind
It’s no roof so they can see me shine
Whoa, uh
[Verse 4]
I was born poor, but I’ma die rich
Riding in the 7 like I’m Pac in '9-6
Still rocking with the clique I had to grind with
Went to war, flip nickels and sell them dimes with
Yeah, I used to sell nic’s of reggie, ****
I get the chills every time that LIV confetti hit us
North Philly skinny boy but I’m heavy, ****
They switched sides, they was never with us
And petty **** wanna mention my name
To get acknowledged
Hoping I react like a fool
And give ‘em violence
I'd rather kill ‘em all with success
And give ‘em knowledge
Then throw it all away for a sucker
‘Cause we the hottest
My mama crib big as church
I’m being modest
No sleep, putting in work
That’s how she got it
‘Bout it ‘bout it I started grinding when **** got it
Now I got it, I’m dripping in diamonds, a **** shining
That’s gangsta
[Verse 5]
Wasn’t for this music I probably be dead
Instead I'm on top and I'm countin' this bread
Sitting in a mansion, coulda been in the feds
Drop top, even with a price on my head
Whoa
[Verse 6]
It’s no roof so they can see me shine
No roof so they can see me shine
Only a matter of time
It’s dedicated, put it all to the grind
It’s no roof so they can see me shine
Whoa
[Verse 7]
It’s no roof so they can see me shine
No roof so they can see me shine
Only a matter of time
It’s dedicated, put it all to the grind
It’s no roof so they can see me shine
Whoa
[Verse 8]
Out in Hollywood, tryna not to get caught up in it
Struggle, was brought up in it
Hustle, we gonna get it
This one’s for my youngins going to school with corner ****
Don’t get caught up in that boxin' corner, ****
Times change
It’s feeling like live **** versus corny ****
They build more jails, I'm warnin' ****
Shots fire
Mama crying, traumatized, and they mourning ****
Them cops killing us like it’s war with ****
It’s on with ****
I done shed so many tears at that corner store
Man, I spent so many years at that corner store
I seen my **** disappear at the corner store
When they was sleeping we was there at that corner store
Yeah, and we was eating at that corner store
Coppers catch us and then beat us at that corner storee
Shit, we was totin' on them heaters at that corner store
‘Cause they was plottin', tryna leave us at that corner store
[Verse 9]
Wasn’t for this music I probably be dead
Instead I'm on top and I'm countin' this bread
Sitting in a mansion, coulda been in the feds
Drop top, even with a price on my head
Whoa
[Verse 10]
It’s no roof so they can see me shine
No roof so they can see me shine
Only a matter of time
It’s dedicated, put it all to the grind
It’s no roof so they can see me shine
Whoa
[Verse 11]
It’s no roof so they can see me shine
No roof so they can see me shine
Only a matter of time
It’s dedicated, put it all to the grind
It’s no roof so they can see me shine
Whoa
[Verse 12]
Uh, it’s no roof so they can see me shine
Whole city came out just to see me rhyme
Started off in Impala’s now its DB9
In the Aston like he James Bond
Who he think he is?
Diamonds dancing all on me doing the Stanky Legg
I hear the whispers, **** talking
What they think he made
Think what you want you gon’ think I’m paid
Should he be balling? I don’t think he safe
All I did was think and pray
I got young **** in a grave
They got murdered by a **** with some bitter ways
They don’t give a fuck about us, put us in a cave
Let us out with that parole man, this shit a maze
Uh, R.I.P. to Snupe
R.I.P. to Scooter
R.I.P. to Dex
Told him not to be a shooter
I told Snupe they don’t love you, they just wanna do you
You see that truck, that’s the feds watching not a Uber
[Verse 13]
Wasn’t for this music I probably be dead
Instead I'm on top and I'm countin' this bread
Sitting in a mansion, coulda been in the feds
Drop top, even with a price on my head
Whoa
[Verse 14]
It’s no roof so they can see me shine
No roof so they can see me shine
Only a matter of time
It’s dedicated, put it all to the grind
It’s no roof so they can see me shine
Whoa
[Verse 15]
It’s no roof so they can see me shine
No roof so they can see me shine
Only a matter of time
It’s dedicated, put it all to the grind
It’s no roof so they can see me shine
Whoa
Written by: Clem Rishad, Christopher Thornton, Diondria Thornton, Nicholas Warwar, Robert Williams, Tarik Azzouz
