[Chorus]
Human beings in a mob
What's a mob to a king?
What's a king to a god?
What's a god to a non-believer
Who don't believe in anything?
Will he make it out alive?
Alright, alright
No church in the wild

[Rick Ross]
Prime 112 behind the double doors
As I rewind the devils floors
Paths cross, of course your life lost
"Patience a virtue. Heard that you're the boss"
Your informant's correct
Now give me enormous respect
Cornered the game, record label on his chain
Right hand on the bible watch the flow catch flame
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 there's any regrets
Gino do the graffitti and Black Evander with the Tech
My girls say that I'm a mess
DJ Khaled say I'm the best
And my city do too
20 in the trunk, that's how city boys move
8.9, now the crib got a view
Mandarin manicure, DEA in pursuit
Champagne and a Rolex, Rose
No church for a d-boy: let's pray
[Chorus]
Human beings in a mob
What's a mob to a king?
What's a king to a god?
What's a god to a non-believer
Who don't believe in anything?
Will he make it out alive?
Alright, alright
No church in the wild

[Meek Mill]
Ain't no church in the wild
For a n***a like me in the game so foul
In a world full of sin where the love flow thin
And the pain run deep 'cause it's 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 them birds, just drugs for a feast
Young'un only 13 with a snub in his fleece
Even though his heart's cold, he in love with the heat
See the high in his eyes, hear the slugs in his speech
From the bottom out of Philly, I emerge from the east
Peace! At the dealer, talking Bugatti talk (Maybach Music)
You never heard it like 'Luminati talk (Maybach Music)
Tell 'em haters that it's my mama fault
Breaking bricks, you would think we talking karate talk
Young n***as with old money
Never trust a n***a that said "Let me hold something"
Never trust a bitch that tell you she ain't blown nothing
The weathermen ain't never tell me 'bout these cold summers
Tears dripped on my dad casket
N***as turned me into a bastard (Maybach Music)
Glock .40 on me is plastic
Get to reaching, I'm squeezing on him and clapping (Rrrrah)
And I ain't talking 'bout assemblies
I'm talking headshots where n***as won't remember me
I asked God, "Please remove my enemies"
I was surprised when I lost n***as that was friends of me
[Chorus]
Human beings in a mob (Maybach Music)
What's a mob to a king?
What's a king to a god?
What's a god to a non-believer
Who don't believe in anything?
Will he make it out alive?
Alright, alright
No church in the wild