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Ball Player

Meek Mill

Wins and Losses

2017

your bitch on the shelves
Big weight, fish scales
Blue bird in the mail
Feelin' like Blue's Clues
Here come the mail, I wanna yell

Yeah, fuck up

J-D's a home made product
That's what the subway poster say
J-D's a home made product
That's what the subway poster say
How can you be a home made

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Product of the dope game
Nigga tops like cocaine
Off of da propane

Its me

Ayeee
Aye polar express
Caboose issa cold train
Get to the mail post man

slappin'
If ya got it and they buyin', then you ain't the one lackin'
I got product on demand
Through the mail or hand to hand
I got product on demand
Can't

It's a Hustle Hell 
When there's no product to sell
And the crew he use to run with
They're all locked up in jail
And the family that was there for

Environment
I'm a product of my environment (environment)
This strap I got I ain't hiding it (hiding it)
Lil shawty bad I'm sliding it (sliding it)

Victim of the Ghetto

Rell

Philadelphia Freeway [Clean]

2003

eat, sleep, buy, sell drugs
'Cause I'm just another victim of the ghetto
When I rob, steal, lie to get money, bust slugs
'Cause I'm just another product

Poppin' a zoot through the mail (You've got mail)
Vodka got me readin' braille
Cop fuckin' bum it to jail

Try to come stop me, man, give you a head start,

Leaving your noxious brain exposed
Feeding others that thrive on the spite
You'll ruin yourself and the ones around you
A septic wound on society
Your

It's fucking with my vocal chords, but I still smoke (I still smoke)
Put the products on the credit
We gone pay it back when we sell it
I don't just

This is the point where real gangsters unite
Annoit my lungs with tha dro
And just pop that Mo 
Before dem hollows ignite
A product of the hood 
So

Ya just  won’t get it /

Ya never had to do it 

Ya never had to live it /

Hook x3

 Just a product of the trail dawg 
 And i ain’t tryna hide

miss that thin mint smell
41st and Noriega waitin' on that early mail
Three spots in a one block radius
The cops know my alias, my bag is the waviest

I don't let them rent no space in my brain
Protect your family and your money everything else lame

Ain't nothing changed but the addy on the mail

of luck
Slowly start getting better then relapse to septic shock
I don't like hospitals, it's where I lost my pops
And honest to God they couldn't do much

lifes live
Etched in pounds of flesh
Sys-temic septic death n unrest
A pathetic rhetoric unchecked
Destressed dressed in chain mail mortor n vest

take, track dere Moshpit
Foota maatha, patti pehley se hai haath me,
Track anti-septic karde kitaanu k khaaatme
Ladkey aarey ladkey masle choti choti baat

Glass Figurine

Andrew Bird's Bowl of Fire

Thrills

1998

a mail order product from a housekeeping magazine
How utterly embarrassing, 
Well lady I'm not going to dance that dance
Let the giraffes do it, let

anyone more than a product


VERSE 2 (Initial G)

March into the drudgery

bludgeoning up

the burgeoning masses

surgeons cutting virgins

up into powder

this when you step outside
I'm the product of an open mind
No instructions for these broken times
Remain aligned & try to soak the signs
Watch for

how it is online swimming in septic pools 
For social distractions against any bit of malaise 
Blown out by screens that'll fuck us for days 
Leave us

Save me, I am just a product of corrupt-septic flesh
Two vultures charging the steak
to judge and manipulate
Impurity and shame
a mothers rough

The road is blocked by candy wraps and rotting trash
The factories produce the products without face
Grown children feast upon the gore of septic