By Any Means

Meek Mill, Pill, Rick Ross & Wale

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[Chorus: Rick Ross]

Pork on the fork (HUH), white in the pot (HUH)

By any means, if ya like it or not (WHOO)

Malcolm X (WHOO), by any means

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans (HUH)

As-Salamu Alaykum, Wa’alaykums-salm

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

Real nigga, street certified

Hit the streets whip cost three-thirty-five

[Meek Mill]

Meek Milly, yeah

No pork on the fork (no pork) but its white in the pot (pot)

We charging you niggas up you like it or not (ha)

Drop the work off the scale (scale), throw some ice in the pot (pot)

Then let that Arm & Hammer, hammer it right to a lot

Tryna whip a Rollie (Rollie) or Cartier (tier)

Shout out to this Pyrex, that bought this Audemeer (bling)

Oops I meant Audemar (ha), my whole team got them

You loving the same bitch, my whole team poppin (ha)

One hundred dough, Im wherever that money go

Glock 9 in my underclothes, you cop two of them, we frontin 4

Fuck niggas we don’t fuck with those (no), bad bitches never loved them though (no)

Keep them round but never trust them no, this 62 so comfortable, HAH~!

Im a field nigga (field nigga), you a house nigga (house nigga)

Im a real nigga (real nigga) and yous a mouse nigga (mouse nigga)

Code red (code red), which means you go red (go red)

But I dont knock you I just blame it on your old head, rats

[Chorus]

[Wale]

Yeah, Wale though, uh

Malcolm X: Get yo hand out my pocket

Some niggas walking with death, guess they ran out of options

Tell them niggas we movin, tell them niggas to do it

I swear we going H.A.M though some my niggas sunnis

They burn on every block, snitches here don’t got no heart

Shit ain’t been the same since Ronald Regan helped Plymouth Rock

And we ain’t land on that, Mr. Reagan

But this gon make us rich, Mr. Reagan

Now, As-Salamu Alaykum Wa alaykums-salm

She kneel down every Friday and then go to Jummah

Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top

She say these niggas is her pray and she makes Salah

Word, how they say that we not fly? How they say that we not workin’?

They just need convincing like Malcolm little ‘fore he converted

I’m on my grind, I’m on my deen Inshallah, I’mma get ‘er right

On the bible you can run but you can’t hide

[Chorus]

[Pill]

Marching for cause, they put a hole in it

Start the applause, a rebel soul lifted

Preaching for the paper, paparazzi, federales

Several rallies, mass, Allahs teachings through Shabazz

Thats Malik Omaha, Nebras

Corruption over cash, leave them leaking in the cask

Ain’t better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

Malcolm envision platinum in Africa when he sat in a cell

My religion the kitchens, papa formulas

Benjamins to make sure my pockets abnormal

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a pot to lean, the Glock will squeeze

Niggas clocking dollars dont know how to read with mouths to feed

Its hard when starving Marcus Garvey messed with Malcolm Little

Knowledge was obtained, fuck your chains and your master nigga

We in the field building muscle while you watch the house

And dusting off the porcelain and open when their cock is out

[Chorus]

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