[Intro: DJ Khaled & Meek Mill]
Ahh
DJ Khaled
Yeah
Meek Milly
Yo, turn the music up a little bit
We The Best
Yeah

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Free Boosie, real n***a
In the jail standing tall like Shaquille n***a
I used to say, "I know how you feel, n***a"
It’s like a full time job not to kill n***as
Had my hood hating, I done came up
I don’t know if it’s the money or the fake stuff
Got me walking through the jungle with my flame tucked
Got around my juries since they want to see me chained up
Friends turn to foes when you're in a Rolls
Model bitches turn to hoes cause a n***a froze
Got them people taking pictures, let a n***a pose
Cause I get paid for reading scripts, been getting shows
Poppin' bottles it sound like a Mac-10
Phantom be so big, beep when I back in
I dropped a quarter milli on an Aston
And I ain’t got an album, but I got these n***as balling out
I’m gone
[Chorus: Meek Mill & DJ Khaled]
Shout out to the real n***as (Salute)
And shout out to the real bitches (Say what)
I’m popping bottles with my real n***as
It’s like a full time job not to kill n***as
Shout out to the real n***as (Salute)
And shout out to the real bitches (Say what)
I’m popping bottles with my real n***as
It’s like a full time job-
Ace Hood

[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
Yeah, bought a chopper for my problems, that banana type
Seen a millie, now it’s hard for me to sleep at night
I’m the type to flood the rollie like it's New Orleans (woo)
Bet that all my n***as ball like I’m Mr. Clean
From the bottom to the top, I made it out the gutter
I’m 17 on every scene I need my bread and butter (butter)
Used to run the streets, but now I’m running every summer (summer)
Right back on my bullshit like a Chicago lover
Feel like I'm jumping up out that phantom on my cocky ass
Know they hating, I just tell 'em kiss the paper tags
Still be with them pretty bitches, save for Stacy Dash
Plus my rollie cost me 80, that's gon' make 'em mad
Free my n***as locked, free my n***a caged
Fuck the system yeah you know we on the same page
N***as love it when you're drowning in that water, dawg
Hate to see a n***a shining like some Armor All
Loyalty over royalty that’s my common law
We The Best: the logo, and I'm with my fucking boss (Khaled)
He just tell me murder n***as would think of Holocaust
Kill the hottest young'n in and what you n***as thought
[Chorus: Meek Mill, Plies & DJ Khaled]
Shout out to the real n***as (Salute)
And shout out to the real bitches (Say what)
I’m popping bottles with my real n***as
It’s like a full time job not to kill n***as
Shout out to the real n***as (Salute) (Ace, what up)
And shout out to the real bitches (Say what)
I’m popping bottles with my real n***as
It’s like a full time job not to-
Plies

[Verse 3: Plies]
They took a half a M n***a, out the bank n***a
If you want to whip 'em pussy n***a, blank n***a
And I put that red dot right where you think n***a
Hood n***a still wearing cuban linx n***a
I’m on the ave. n***a riding in a cutlass
You that talking n***a, you know you a pussy
A real n***a, real life, no rap shit
And I can promise you this ain’t what you want, bitch
30 mill and I still ain't been to LIV n***a
‘Cause I was to busy to gutter with the real n***as
When you see me in the field tell me how you feel n***a
And we some kids to each other if you real n***a
And they ain’t telling none of my young n***a to chill, n***a
We all shooters, n***a, and all us on the pills n***a
Ain’t got a yacht, but n***a the size of Shaquille, n***a
And before you try me n***a you better write your will, n***a
[Chorus: Meek Mill]
Shout out to the real n***as (Salute)
And shout out to the real bitches (Say what)
I’m popping bottles with my real n***as
It’s like a full time job not to kill n***as
Shout out to the real n***as (Salute)
And shout out to the real bitches (Say what)
I’m popping bottles with my real n***as
It’s like a full time job not to kill n***as