#Meek Mill LyricsArray
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Outro
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Outro
(feat. Lil Snupe & French Montana)
(“DC4” Version)
[Lil’ Snupe:]
Chasing after green guys
When from sleeping on the porch to a motherfucking California king sized
Momma ain’t stressin’ she know that its all good
My number one goal is to get her out the hood
Never changed, I be thuggin’ hard in my section
Me and all my dawgs protected by Smith & Wessons
Any nigga playin’ we comin’ in your direction
Let you know that we ain’t flexing
You quickly gon’ get ejected
Niggas want to kill me cause a nigga coming up
Want to kill ’em but that shit my really fuck my money up
Focus on my grind gotta get the stacks
Tryna leave the streets alone but they steady calling back
You ever seen death around the corner
Chilling on the block and pussy niggas run up on ya
Busting shells at you and they hotter than a sauna
It be hard to think straight when its a lot of niggas want ya
Man
[Meek Mill:]
Ok I’ve been the king for this rap shit
Stuntin’ hard and never had shit
Remember me with them nappy braids? When I was down on my last shit?
Back when niggas wasn’t mad then
Took advantage I asked them
For a shot at this, start laughing
It took a year or two and I passed them
Y’all niggas all look like haters
You ain’t even put your dawg on paper
Word around that you tricking on bitches
Catch you with your chain on I’m a take it
Now everybody catching these vapors
Now everybody want and need favors
Southside, NY or Jamaica
Nicki on the bike throw it up, scrape it
With 100 niggas behind me
North side Philly where you find me
Riding around with a 30 in my lap in a big ass phantom
I’m with the Bently like a Johnny
Watching out with the toolie at a robbery
Bang motherfucker for the money and the respect
Hit ’em in the head with the stick nigga eject
Mo money, mo money, mo money, mo problems
Why you think I really went about bought more choppers
Mo money, mo money only bringing more robbers
Want to see me in a box I went Porsche Boxster
Show me some evidence
Never was better than nor was you relevant
I’m too competitive walk in the club get my 357 in
My level went excellent
I cut the brick like its cards and I shuffle it
You told ’em we selling it
A mouse in the building that act like an elephant
Who the fuck just let the devil in
Come to my city they treat me like president
Ain’t got no pity for niggas that’s settling
I had that Lala and Melo was selling them niggas for JR Smith
Niggas try to kill me but they all miss
My down fall what they all wish
Had a lot of homies but they all switched
Word up my nigga
[Laughter]
[Meek Mill & French Montana:]
I see these haters looking at me like I owe them something
You looking bad I prolly throw you something
I see you flexing with that money and I know you frontin’
I caught cases never told ’em nothing
Got all these chains and this change on me (we lit!)
Niggas said I changed man they changed on me (fuck ’em!)
Man it ain’t a thang everything on me
Man a see a clear port plane on me
[Meek Mill:]
You see me coming around your corner lookin’ like I got a check
Flew into your city me my niggas on the jet
Ballin’ every time I take a shot I hit the net
And everyday niggas want the money for respect
I ain’t trippin’ I got money, clothes, car, hoes
Shoppin’ ’til the mall close
Lord knows, I could fit a brick up in these cargos
I don’t fuck with niggas cause they all told
Worry ’bout another nigga money like they all hoes
I’m just with my niggas spining hella blocks
Bad bitch on all my banshee I’m like twelve o’ clock
Vroom vroom I might do a hundred block
In the back hundred niggas deep and we like fuck the cops
[Meek Mill & French Montana:]
I see these haters looking at me like I owe them something
You looking bad I prolly throw you something
I see you flexing with that money and I know you frontin’
I caught cases never told ’em nothing
Got all these chains and this change on me
Niggas said I changed man they changed on me
Man it ain’t a thang everything on me
Man a see a clear port plane on me, slide
[Papi:]
What’s your grandma name
What’s your gr-gr-grandma name, grandma name
What’s your grandma name
What’s my grandma name
[Meek Mill:]
I see these haters looking at me like I owe them something
You looking bad I prolly throw you something
I see you flexing with that money and I know you frontin’
I caught cases never told ’em nothing
Who is Meek Mill
Robert Rihmeek Williams, famous stage name Meek Mill, is an American rapper. Born in Philadelphia, the artist began his musical career with The Bloodhoundz. In 2008, hip-hop artist T.I. made the first entry.
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Tony Story 3
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Tony Story 3
Tony dead and his brother too
Streets talkin’ every week the coppers comin’ through
And homicides scoopin’ niggas out of Paulie crew
Damn, he in some shit just like a number two
So he need that lawyer money, plus that Sig Sauer money
On his second body so you don’t want to war with money
Paulie got the word that somebody turned informant on him
Remember when he banged on Tony brother spin the corner on him
Maybe its them young niggas, talkin’ to the police
Thinking about it every night, ain’t been gettin’ no sleep
He been spinnin’ ’round that same corner for the whole week
Lookin’ for them muthafuckers that was there with Tony brother when he let the clip roll on ’em
Going crazy thinkin’ ’bout who told on him
Time tickin’ doors ’bout to close on him
Them boys on the way to see the judge for a warrant
And they got his name on it, tryna put them chains on him
Cold as them streets is, he tryna remain on it
Even though the cops lurkin’, got to keep them things on ’em
Layin’ low at Kee crib, only one ain’t changed on him
And she givin’ info, told where to hit for
Put ’em deep with Tony lil’ cousins and his kin folk
Paulie on some other shit, tryna get ’em sent for
Them young nigga bendin’ backwards for him like its limbo
And they tryna kill somethin’, cops tryna build somethin’
Paulie ain’t tryna do no time take a deal, nothin’
Loadin’ up his AK banana tryna peel somethin’
Tryna catch a rat nigga slippin’ ‘fore they spill somethin’
Somebody gon’ die
And mommas gon’ cry
Before Paulie doin’ time
Cause Paulie gon’ ride
Back in the field he got his 40 on him
Watchin’ out for tinted windows when they pull up on him
He don’t even trust the niggas ’round the corner from him
That he grew up with, he done got into it with
Investigatin’ niggas if they tellin’ or not
And then they feel some time of way he disrespectin’ the block
But Paulie don’t give a fuck, you disrespect him, you shot
Live by the chopper law and respect of the Glock
Hold up the phone ringin’ said they rushin’ the spot
The only time he play that crib is when he fuckin’ a thot
He was fuckin’ with Kee and she was fuckin’ an op
But he ain’t never think about it, she’ll fuck with the cops
She told ’em everything nigga
I know you thought that she’ll never sing would you?
Rule number one: keep them bitches from out your business
Rule number two: better kill ’em you know they snitchin’
It’s all fun and games ’til them bitches turn to a witness
And know you in the courtroom waiting to get your sentence
Saw you out at Kee crib four in the morn’
Parked up seat low to the floor
She on the way he feel a way, this was one of his whores
And since he been on the run, he been fuckin’ em more
Thinkin’ about her if she come, open the door
Take a deep breath, I know what I’m doin’
Cause she gon’ go to court and she gon’ go to the morgue
And he gon’ to jail and she gon’ go to the mall
So he started walkin’ while she parking
Wasn’t even cautious
Parked up on her, had to drive her window out the darkness
He was supposed to shoot her, but he started talkin’
She screamin’ out “I’m pregnant,” now he thinkin’ “Aw shit”
Started second guessin’, that’s when them cars spin
Paulie heart dropped he seen the Taurus
So he took off runnin’ with the hammer, tried to toss it
Cops shootin’ metal slugs rippin’ through the car tint
Bullets hit his body while he runnin’ and now he fallin’
Damn Paulie, bullet holes
Cuffs on let him bleed
Double murder, attempted murder, yes indeed
If he live, life sentence never leave
If he dies nobody cry for the bad guy
Fronted niggas workin’ they the glad guys
Happy they ain’t got to pay the tab guys
Paulie make it through to see the trap God
Drownin’ in his blood on his back side
They say he gon’ pull through and he gettin’ charged too
Lawyer came to see him said he need like 80 large too
Got him in the County Tony people ‘hind them walls too
And they say his little cousin crippin’ bangin’ hard too
And Paulie killed his favorite little cousin back on Part 2
And he can’t wait to fall through
Friday they callin’ yard too
And Paulie on crutches took the screw up out the handles scrape that bitch ’til it got sharp too
To be continued
I, know, you, want me to fall
But, I can’t
Part 4 gon’ be a movie nigga, literally
Who is Meek Mill
Robert Rihmeek Williams, famous stage name Meek Mill, is an American rapper. Born in Philadelphia, the artist began his musical career with The Bloodhoundz. In 2008, hip-hop artist T.I. made the first entry.
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Two Wrongs
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Two Wrongs
(feat. Guordan Banks & Pusha T)
[Guordan Banks:]
They say two wrongs don’t make a right
But if its my blood, someone has to die
Cause in the street life you got to sacrifice
Either my life or your life
They say two wrongs don’t make a right
But if its my blood, someone has to die
Cause in the street life you got to sacrifice
This is either my life or your life
Either my life or your life
Either my life or your life
[Meek Mill:]
Anybody trying to stop my shine got to get it
I’ll admit it
If my life on the line then we 187 whoever I’m with it
I’m talking about murder we did it
And the nerve of you critics
To think something of me and judge me if I shoot and murder these niggas
They murdered my dad and converted me menace
So when they come serve me my sentence
I bet I won’t tell them a word of my business
I’ll rot in that cell ’til they burn me my nigga
And it hurt me my nigga to see my day ones acting thirsty ’bout bitches or money
I cut off ’bout thirty of my niggas
Had thoughts about murking my niggas
Cause it be the closest of niggas that change on you quick and know most of your business
I put this on Snupe ya the ghost of my nigga
I would’ve rode hearse with you niggas
So its either my life or your life
If it don’t go right, gun to your face so you know right
I won’t do you dirty, get hit with this four twice
So pray up and hold tight my nigga
[Guordan Banks:]
They say two wrongs don’t make a right
But if its my blood, someone has to die
Cause in the street life you got to sacrifice
Either my life or your life
They say two wrongs don’t make a right
But if its my blood, someone has to die
Cause in the street life you got to sacrifice
This is either my life or your life
Either my life or your life
Either my life or your life
[Pusha T:]
Two wrongs, you lost me when you crossed me
You put me in the feds arm reach
Call from my home out in Palm beach
They’ll lay you in the wall of croncrete
My niggas ain’t playin’ games
When you tellin’ names that we sellin’ caine
We was gettin’ rich, we was livin’ good
Robbin’ hood that every ghetto bitch
You know that its comin’
You know that its karma
Death before dishonor, I am your honor
Nancy Reagan raised a monster
They say that Ronny armed the contras
All that shit without a conscience
So why would I should have a conscience?
A generation livin’ godless, could never make it out the darkness
[Guordan Banks:]
They say two wrongs don’t make a right
But if its my blood, someone has to die
Cause in the street life you got to sacrifice
Either my life or your life
They say two wrongs don’t make a right
Who is Meek Mill
Robert Rihmeek Williams, famous stage name Meek Mill, is an American rapper. Born in Philadelphia, the artist began his musical career with The Bloodhoundz. In 2008, hip-hop artist T.I. made the first entry.
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Way Up
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Way Up
(feat. Tracy T)
[Meek Mill:]
Ya, ya
Ya, ya
Turn them headphones up Cruz
Way up
Shit like I’m Jackie Chan
Summer is lit and we back again
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up
Can’t believe they tried to play us
Run a check and tell ’em pay up
Its all business ain’t no favors
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up
Summer comin’ better save up
Going up like elevators
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up
That indirect shit never get by us
Niggas like bitches be dick ridin’
Funny how nigga like Rich Pryor
See ’em and I smack the shit out ’em
Throwin’ ten k like it’s ten dollars
I grab that bitch, make a ten out her
I pop a perc, fuck the shit out her
Fuck her so good, thought I cared ’bout her
She know I been ’bout it, I’m on my way up
My chick a Barbie, no weave and no makeup
Hang with the trappers don’t be with no haters
My city gon’ tell you that we on some paper
Theolonius capers when I’m in that Wraith
I’m feelin’ like Meechie or three ATL
Purp got leanin’ like I on a rail
Mixing that Birk with that new YSL
Sellin’ that dope gave me confidence
Bust down the Role gave me confidence
I let the fiend wash the coupe, tell him, “polish it”
She on my dick I can’t make you no promises
Bahgdad on that pussy bombin’ shit
Bad bad with that chopper Osama shit
Rockin’ Givenchy shit
Trap at the clear port nigga we flyin’ shit
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up
Can’t believe they tried to play us
Run a check and tell ’em pay up
Its all business ain’t no favors
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up
Summer comin’ better save up
Going up like elevators
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up
[Tracy T:]
Way up, way up, way up
Skinny nigga walkin’ like done got his weight up
Hold up bitch I’m movin’ fast they holler “Wait up”
Fixin’ bitches just so I can fuck and break her
I been doin’ this since Jacob came with Jacobs
If you know me then you owe me fuck you pay up
Bombin’ in Atlana aka Al-Queda
Crossin’ up I’m Kyrie Irving with the lay up
Pushin’ whips and poppin’ pistols for the paper
Goin’ up they want to stop your elevator
Havin’ lunch on top of Barneys feelin’ way up
Paper on Rodeo aye hoe I got flavor
Meek Milly pull up that Wraith up
I pull up with work like I’m Rayful
Put tens on that bitch for the haters
That work it came in from Loredo
Got birds and got bricks and they came in the trailer
Them niggas ain’t poppin’ shit, got a shot on me like Peja Stojaković
[?] fuck it lil’ nigga it got me rich
Ya you might got a gun but you ain’t poppin’ it
Nigga doin’ dirty business got damn Lord save ’em
Dirty money on the Lord got me way up, way up, way up
[Meek Mill:]
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up
Can’t believe they tried to play us
Run a check and tell ’em pay up
Its all business ain’t no favors
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up
Summer comin’ better save up
Going up like elevators
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up
Who is Meek Mill
Robert Rihmeek Williams, famous stage name Meek Mill, is an American rapper. Born in Philadelphia, the artist began his musical career with The Bloodhoundz. In 2008, hip-hop artist T.I. made the first entry.
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You Know
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You Know
(feat. YFN Lucci)
[Nicki Minaj:]
You know baby, somethin’ ’bout you lately
You know, you know, you (one time) never seize to amaze me
[Meek Mill:]
And you know, and you know
He don’t be fuckin’ you like I be fuckin’ you
He wanna hug you and make you uncomfortable
You know, shawty, you know
All you gotta do is hit a nigga phone one time
I’m a pull up on you fourth quarter when it’s crunch time
You know
When I pull up to the crib (pull up, pull up)
Hurry up and get dressed (what’s up, what’s up)
Spend a couple hours on your makeup
Twenty minutes I done made that to a mess
And you know like I know
I was your side nigga, you was my side hoe
He broke you in, I’m the one broke you out though
‘Cause you got that D and you turned into El Chapo
Run from that nigga if he drive by your house though
This that Givenchy, that new Saint Laurent flow
This that go cash out that G65 flow
I like you, you hit the lotto
I put you on to the Perc and Moscato
I put you on to fuckin’ in Cabo
Said we would only fuck once and would stop though
You know that’s a lie though
And you know, and you know
He don’t be fuckin’ you like I be fuckin’ you
He wanna hug you and make you uncomfortable
You know, shawty, you know
All you gotta do is hit a nigga phone one time
I’m a pull up on you fourth quarter when it’s crunch time
You know
[YFN Lucci:]
Uh you know, they don’t never do it better than the boy
Have you in the dealer like a kid pick a toy
Lord she say that she never been on a PJ, mile high
Fuck her and her friend on the PJ
You know I flew that girl to Turks on her bday
I got up under her skirt on her bday
Know I keep it in the stash house, on keepsake
Know I walked in, a hundred thou on the pre-k
Yeah, a hundred thou, back to back for a week straight
Girl you know how we play
[Meek Mill:]
And you know, and you know
He don’t be fuckin’ you like I be fuckin’ you
He wanna hug you and make you uncomfortable
You know, shawty, you know
All you gotta do is hit a nigga phone one time
I’m a pull up on you fourth quarter when it’s crunch time
You know
You stay a hundred with me, I stay a hundred with you
They wasn’t fuckin’ with me, ’cause I was fuckin’ with you
They said “She fuckin’ with him” I’m like, “She fuckin’ with who?”
‘Cause now she fuckin’ with me, ha
He don’t be fuckin’ you like I be fuckin’ you
He wanna hug you and make you uncomfortable
You know, shawty, you know
All you gotta do is hit a nigga phone one time
I’m a pull up on you fourth quarter when it’s crunch time
You know
[Nicki Minaj (Meek Mill):]
You know baby, somethin’ ’bout you lately
You know, you know, you (one time) never seize to amaze me (crunch time)
You know baby, somethin’ ’bout you lately
You know, you know, you (one time) never seize to amaze me (crunch time)
(One time, crunch time, you know)
You know, you know
You know, you know
(You know, you know, you know)
(You know, you know, you know)
Who is Meek Mill
Robert Rihmeek Williams, famous stage name Meek Mill, is an American rapper. Born in Philadelphia, the artist began his musical career with The Bloodhoundz. In 2008, hip-hop artist T.I. made the first entry.
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Offended
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Offended
(feat. Young Thug & 21 Savage)
M-m-m-murda
Meek Milly, Jeffery, woah
[Young Thug:]
Yeah, yeah
Fuck is you talking bout? Bitch you offended me
I just might go head and let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me
I just might go head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry
God damn, I had four hoes at one time, they was drilling me
I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me
Fuck round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin’
I usually don’t beg but I don’t want the ceiling please
Oxycontin fucking up my kidneys
Molly, my cup look like bath salt
And I’m too high horsed for asphalt
Therefore I’m in clouds from day to dark
They say that I changed, it’s the cash fault
Pay everybody like a cash card
I switch through the lanes like a NASCAR
The Rollie stainless, stainless
We young and rich and we dangerous
I’m at Piccadilly’s with your misses nigga
And the weed stinking like a chitlin nigga
Bend the money down like a Philly nigga
Make me catch you slipping then incrim nigga
The bulletproof can take a missile nigga
I got benji on me and he cripping nigga
I done wrapped the benji in the city ho
I done wrapped the Bentley in the bity nigga
Put a swimming pool in the living room
How I’m living nigga, I ain’t swimming nigga
Only thing that me and Michael Phelps got in common that we winning nigga
Rock star lifestyle
Your hoe’s going wild
[Meek Mill:]
Saint Laurent shorty and totting that.40 we move through the city like BMF
Rocks on the chain like the rocks that I slang, only difference them bitches they VVS
I know these bitches gon’ change, fuck on whoever, whenever they see a check
If you do not fuck with the gang don’t act like you do when you see us, just keep it down
Swing through your block better not sweep it back
Land on your spot where your peoples at
Smoke you where ever we see you at
You don’t want no problem so keep at that
‘Fore you get your man murdered
Hitters in the van lurking
I put bread on the beef
Turn it to a hamburger
Put that paper on the scale nigga
Little homies talking big money
When the wars on you’ll tell nigga
Put a bag on your man hitta
When them things hit ’em that’s an L nigga
So you should be home before mama got dinner for sale nigga
And that’s all I’m a tell niggas in the zip
[Young Thug:]
Yeah, yeah
Fuck is you talking bout? Bitch you offending me
I just might go head and let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me
I just might go head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry
God damn, I had four hoes one time they was drilling me
I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me
Fuck round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin’
I usually don’t bet but I don’t want the ceiling please
Oxycontin fucking up my kidneys
[21 Savage:]
Everywhere I go I keep a chopper with me, whoa
I ain’t with that diss song shit, I been a shot a nigga, whoa
Hundred shotters with me, whoa
VVSs on me, whoa
VVSs on me, bling
Badaboom, badabing, 21
Mob shit send the hit shoot up your car shit
Put the blue tips in that cartridge, 21
We put them drums in them carbons, 21
We pull up on rappers and spark ’em, 21
I might take your chain if it sparkle, facts
Street nigga really came from nothing
Strip a nigga like Caine cousin
Kill a nigga then you saying something
You was talking, nigga I was hustling
We was shooting, nigga you was ducking
You was texting, nigga I was fucking
I was betting nigga, you was bluffing
Hide and seek nigga, I was hunching (facts)
Car foreign and my gun Russian
Sneak dissing get a concussion
21, 21, 21
[Young Thug:]
Yeah, yeah
Fuck is you talking bout? Bitch you offending me
I just might go head and let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me
I just might go head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry
God damn, I have a whole xan one time they was drilling me
I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me
Fuck round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin’
I usually don’t bet but I don’t want the ceiling please
Oxycontin fucking up my kidneys
Who is Meek Mill
Robert Rihmeek Williams, famous stage name Meek Mill, is an American rapper. Born in Philadelphia, the artist began his musical career with The Bloodhoundz. In 2008, hip-hop artist T.I. made the first entry.
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Blue Notes
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Blue Notes
[Sample – Snowy White:]
This is my blues
‘Cause I’m back down on my own again
This is the blues I’m playing
Yes it’s the final thing
When the nights is cold and lonely
[Meek Mill:]
Was it the money that made me a savage?
Poppin’ them percs and I made it a habit
Totin’ them pictures and serving them addicts
That was exciting to me
I’m so excited to be
Started with nothin’ we had to inspire to be
Niggas ain’t flyer than me
I’m getting to it
Feel like the man, I got the plan
I call the shooters, they hop out the van
Play with the squad, get popped like a Xan
Pop like a Perc, I’m goin’ ham
I’m goin’ crazy on niggas, too wavy for niggas
Do magic like alakazam
I’m in the kitchen compressin’ a birdie
Take out a nine and I sell it for thirty
Then straight to the jeweler, I’m bustin a Rollie
To light up the city like Meechie 03
I got the plug, he send him up T
Don’t know these niggas, these niggas know me
Even though niggas they call me OG
Young nigga but I put it down
We was on it when it wasn’t ’round
All of sudden niggas wanna come around
Stay over there my G
Do me one favor
Take a few steps back
And look at yourself
Matter fact, take yourself outside your body… and then look at yourself
And see how you playing yourself nigga
Congratulations
It’s the motherfuckin’ Chasers
You feel me
We on it
[Sample – Snowy White:]
This is my blues
‘Cause I’m back down on my own again
This is the blues I’m playing
Yes it’s the final thing
When the nights is cold and lonely
[Meek Mill:]
Pay you the plug
Try to be real with some niggas and put em on money and show em some love
You did me a favor, I knew you was shiesty, I knew you would show who you was
It’s only a matter of time before niggas get lying and hit with them slugs
Get found in a pool of your blood, yeah nigga
‘Member they told me that we would fail
‘Member they said we would see a cell
Down with that semi like Cam Newton, I’m in the field like the NFL
Niggas is kickin’, I wish em well
I made a wish in a wishing well
I put a brick in a wishing well
Been through some shit and I’m sick of jail
No disease but I’m sick of cells
Sick and tired of sending niggas mail
Calling niggas just to get a bail
I just seen a nigga get a L
Never coming home, minute on the phone, sick and tired of seeing niggas fail
Sick and tired of seeing niggas lose
Sinning like we tryna get to hell
[Sample – Snowy White:]
This is my blues
‘Cause I’m back down on my own again
This is the blues I’m playing
Yes it’s the final thing
When the nights is cold and lonely
This is the midnight blues
Who is Meek Mill
Robert Rihmeek Williams, famous stage name Meek Mill, is an American rapper. Born in Philadelphia, the artist began his musical career with The Bloodhoundz. In 2008, hip-hop artist T.I. made the first entry.
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Lights Out
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Lights Out
(feat. Don Q)
[Meek Mill:]
Yeah, this that “just got to a half a brick” music
Young nigga, putting lobster in the Oodles of Noodles
When I walk up in this bitch, they turn the lights out
All the young niggas with me and they iced out
I had to stack it up and get my mom a nice house
I could’ve did the Wraith, instead I brought the bikes out
We never live for tomorrow, new half a brick in the car
Rich and my chick is a star, I never wish on a star
Pull up and sit on the car, ‘member when we used to starve
Most of these niggas is frauds, they not who they say that they are
Niggas do it for the Internet
We ain’t really really into that
Push a foreign but you rented that
Shoot a scene, gotta give it back
Took a loss on a lil cash
I ain’t trip about it, had to get it back
Move work like SlimFast
Niggas in and out it with a fifty pack
Plugged in with the plugs, spikes on with the blood
Fell back, got the Balmains ’cause the pockets only fit a dub
That was never what it was, I’m a tell it like it is
Bust down with the sig, whole gang with me on the way to LIV
When I walk up in this bitch, they turn the lights out
All the young niggas with me and they iced out
I had to stack it up and get my mom a nice house
I could’ve did the Wraith, instead I brought the bikes out
[Don Q:]
Every nigga with me iced out
Diamonds dance when the lights out
I just upgraded my lifestyle
Overnight and they like, “How?”
I treat my whip like a pet
I step on the gas and you hear the pipes growl
I got like twenty on me at the car wash
Got the Benz getting wiped down
Diss records, keep my name out it
I promise you won’t get no fame out it
Driving by certain trap houses
Reminiscing when I used to sling out it
My life was excitin’, all of this ice on
You catch me in Dyckman, I make it look easy
They hate when they see me, I’m high on the Deegan
I’m speeding with Meeky and chasing the ‘guine
Or you broke, you just feel abandoned
Crowd screaming and I hear ’em chant
Watch you steer the Phantom when I’m in the Hamptons
Same crew since when I was wearin’ Vansons
It’s show time when the gang appearin’
Niggas hating but the bitches starin’
Who would think that I’d get a mansion?
Twenty chains in the mirror, dancin’
[Meek Mill:]
When I walk up in this bitch, they turn the lights out
All the young niggas with me and they iced out
I had to stack it up and get my mom a nice house
I could’ve did the Wraith, instead I brought the bikes out
New crib with the elevator
I got hella haters and they mad at me
Up in Niemans, going bad at it
Canada, like it was mad madness
‘Member back when I was dead pop
Pretty bitches used to laugh at us
Now I pull up in the red drop
With the thirty on me and the red dot
And I lean on ’em when I come through like, “Swerve”
Rat niggas up the street, shit, I’m like, “They got some nerve”
Every nigga ’round me look like they got them birds
Bust down, Big Meech, nigga, we ain’t sweet beef, we purge
[Don Q:]
I bet a mill that you know me, I used to run in them spots
We was just punching the last four, you was just punching the clock
I just got rid of my last whore, then I gave her mother a shot
Pour up, I’m down to my last four, and I fill my cup to the top
To my hood, I’m an icon, watching out for the pythons
10K on the left wrist, another dub on my right arm
I still come and spend nights on corners niggas took lives on
And they ain’t lackin’, believe me, they packin’
My youngins, they keeping they pipes drawn
[Meek Mill:]
When I walk up in this bitch, they turn the lights out
All the young niggas with me and they iced out
I had to stack it up and get my mom a nice house
I could’ve did the Wraith, instead I brought the bikes out
Who is Meek Mill
Robert Rihmeek Williams, famous stage name Meek Mill, is an American rapper. Born in Philadelphia, the artist began his musical career with The Bloodhoundz. In 2008, hip-hop artist T.I. made the first entry.
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The Difference
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The Difference
(feat. Desiigner, Quavo)
[Desiigner ad-libs]
[Sonny Digital:]
Sonny Rollin’ Grams of Wax
[Meek Mill & Desiigner:]
You got a bag and I got a bag but they know the difference
If you talking cash and I’m talking cash but they know the difference (Cash, cash)
They know the difference (They know the difference)
They know the difference (They know the difference)
You got a Wraith and I got a Wraith
But they know the difference (Cash)
Bought the machine in 2016 so they know the difference
The diamonds is shinin’ the rollie is clean so they know the difference
They know the difference (They know the difference)
They know the difference (They know the difference)
Your bitches is bad, and my bitches bad but we know the difference
[Meek Mill:]
In the trenches gettin’ back at it
With the haters and the backstabbers
Head huntin’ for a rat rapper
Head huntin’ for a wack rapper
I ain’t really with the back and forth and nigga, I’m a send a hundred stacks at em
Nigga probably send the rats at em
Ninja turtle with a rat master
All this money won’t stop nigga
30 round that Glock nigga
Feds lurk and we hot nigga
Swing through in that drop nigga
Moon walkin’ in that dealer, like it’s Thriller with the scrilla I’m a cop nigga
I’m a killer, you a cop nigga
Kick the door like we SWAT nigga
They know the difference, I really get it
I’m with the scammers, I’m buying bags for all of my bitches, (For all of my hoes)
Only the family
Keep all them niggas from out of my business
(From out of my business)
Cause I really did shit, I rapped about it you know that I lived it
[Meek Mill & Quavo:]
You got a bag and I got a bag but they know the difference
If you talking cash and I’m talking cash but they know the difference (Cash, cash)
They know the difference (They know the difference)
They know the difference (They know the difference)
You got a Wraith and I got a Wraith
But they know the difference (Cash)
Bought the machine in 2016 so they know the difference
The diamonds is shinin’ the rollie is clean
They know the difference, they know the difference
Your bitches bad and my bitches bad but we know the difference
[Quavo:]
Get to the bags, run up the racks
My bitches are bad, your diamonds finessed
Came in on a jet, 50 my neck, 30 my clip (graa)
I pour a eight and just sip
I put the brick on the trip
I put the dick on her lip
Money before the deal, I had to go bury a mill
She wanna pop the whole perc
I told her we splittin’ that pill
My niggas been in the field
We know you put something in that seal
Used to pull up in that audi, I make the work do pilates
Screw the lil tip on the uzi, young nigga shootin’ in silence
Huncho I’m havin’ the stars and stripes, lil nigga you is a private
Too much money that will change your life
Power moves on a island
[Meek Mill & Quavo:]
You got a bag and I got a bag but they know the difference
If you talking cash and I’m talking cash but they know the difference (Cash, cash)
They know the difference (They know the difference)
They know the difference (They know the difference)
You got a Wraith and I got a Wraith
But they know the difference (Cash)
Bought the machine in 2016 so they know the difference
The diamonds is shinin’ the rollie is clean
They know the difference, they know the difference
Your bitches bad and my bitches bad but we know the difference
Who is Meek Mill
Robert Rihmeek Williams, famous stage name Meek Mill, is an American rapper. Born in Philadelphia, the artist began his musical career with The Bloodhoundz. In 2008, hip-hop artist T.I. made the first entry.
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Froze
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Froze
(feat. Lil Uzi Vert & Nicki Minaj)
[Lil Uzi Vert:]
I’m a rockstar, smash my guitar
Diamonds on my fist and on my arms
Meek and I don’t dress the same, relate in Goyard
Frostbite on my pinky ring, watch me flex on y’all
[Meek Mill:]
I get it now, these niggas mad that she chose the kid
I’m ball in NY, Derrick Rose this shit
I roll around town in a Rolls and shit
I got that bag and we movin’ that snow like it’s Christmas and Santa, got hoes and shit
Hundred K large on my Audemar
When we run down we hit one of y’all
I’m a post up at the corner store
Trappin’ all night but I shine like I’m Armor All
I am so hot I might break the thermometer
Coppers they watch us and follow us
Flip through that paper no calendar
All of these jewels like I celebrate Hanukkah
I got a different kind of money
I’m on a different kind of grind
I’m with some different type of niggas
We on a different type of time
Go get the money fuck them bitches
Bitches be gettin’ out of line
I turned that one into a two
I turned that point into a nine
Hey, hey, hey, hey, aye
[Lil Uzi Vert:]
You know how froze that is
Look at my neck, damn
You know how froze that is
Look at my wrist
You know how froze that is
Look at my fist
You know how froze that is
Skrrr, driving around in a Bentley, ya
Following Meek and lil’ Nicki, ya
It is just me and lil’ Brittney, ya
Diamonds so wet you could slip
Look at the bitch, take a picture
She is just so photogenic, ya
She ride my dick like a dirt bike
You know she gon’ pop a wheelie
Count my money to a milli, ya
Drive a Porsche all up in Philly
Holding that gun with no Uzi
Diamonds in Rollie get cooly
I’m a rockstar smash my guitar
Diamonds on my fist and on my arms
Meek and I don’t dress the same, relate in Goyard
Frostbite on my pinky ring, watch me flex on y’all
[Nicki Minaj:]
I get it now dudes is mad at these 80 M’s
Twenty twelve I was balling like Tom Brady then
Movie, I’m living through these Scorsese lens
Get at me, and deep-throat a three-eighty gun
Pussy wet, Swiffer jet, come through on that bigger jet
We land in them new ports, no babe not cigarettes
Clear ports, air force, sweats on with a big diamond
Make niggas stare at my hand even though I am not mimin’
Different type of money, you on a different type of broke
Any of you bitches say Nicki, you on a different type of coke
I just be sittin’ in the mansion, takin’ a dip inside the pool
We don’t go out without assassins
We on some different type of rules
I’m a rockstar, scratch my guitar
Diamonds on my ring and on my arms
Meek and I still live together, relate in Goyard
Frostbite on my pussy ring, watch me flex on y’all
[Lil Uzi Vert:]
You know how froze that is
Look at my neck, damn
You know how froze that is
Look at my wrist
You know how froze that is
Look at my fist
You know how froze that is
You know how froze that is
Look at my neck, damn
You know how froze that is
Look at my wrist
You know how froze that is
Look at my fist
You know how froze that is
Who is Meek Mill
Robert Rihmeek Williams, famous stage name Meek Mill, is an American rapper. Born in Philadelphia, the artist began his musical career with The Bloodhoundz. In 2008, hip-hop artist T.I. made the first entry.
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Shine
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Shine
Wasn’t for this music, I’ll prolly be dead
Instead I’m on top and I’m countin’ this bread
Sittin’ in the mansion, could’ve been in the feds
Drop top even with a price on my head, woah
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, woah
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, woah
I was born poor, but I’m a die rich
Ridin’ in the 7 like I’m Pac in 96
Still rockin’ with the clique I had to grind with
Went to war, flip nickels and sold them dimes with
Yea, I used to sell nicks of reggie nigga
I get the chills every time that lil’ confetti hit us
North Philly skinny bull but I’m heavy nigga
They switched sides they was never with us
And petty niggas wanna mention my name
To get acknowledged
Hoppin’ that we act like a fool and give them 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 momma crib big as a church I’m bein’ modest
No sleep puttin’ in work that’s how she got it
Bout it bout it I started grindin’ when niggas doubted
Now I got it I’m drippin’ in diamonds a nigga got it that’s gangsta
Wasn’t for this music, I’ll prolly be dead
Instead I’m on top and I’m countin’ this bread
Sittin’ in the mansion, could’ve been in the feds
Drop top even with a price on my head, woah
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, woah
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, woah
Out in Hollywood trying not to get caught up in it
Struggle was brought up in it, hustle, we gonna get it
This one is for my youngins going to school with corner niggas
Don’t get caught up in that boxing corner nigga
Times changed, it’s feeling like live niggas versus corny niggas
They building more jails I’m warning niggas, shots fire
Momma crying, traumatizing their mourning niggas
Them cops killing us like it’s war with niggas, it’s on with niggas
I did shed so many tears at that corner store
Man I spent so many years at that corner store
I see my niggas disappear at that corner store
When they was sleepin’ we was there at that corner store
Ya and we was eating at the corner store
Coppers catch us and they beat us at that corner store
Shit we was toting on them heaters at that corner store
Cause they was ploting tryna leave us at that corner store
Wasn’t for this music, I’ll prolly be dead
Instead I’m on top and I’m countin’ this bread
Sittin’ in the mansion, could’ve been in the feds
Drop top even with a price on my head, woah
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, woah
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, woah
Its no roof so they can see me shine
Whole city came out just to see me rhyme
Started off in Impalas now its DB9
In the Aston like he James Bond
Who he think he is?
Diamonds dancing all on me doing the stanky leg
I hear them whispers niggas talkin’ what they think he made
Think what you want you gon’ think I’m paid
Shit he balling I don’t think he saved, shit all I did was think and pray
I got young niggas in the grave
They got murdered by a nigga that got bitter ways
They don’t give a fuck about us put us in a cage
Let us out with that parole man this shit a maze
RIP to Snupe, RIP to Scooter
RIP to Dex told him I could be his shooter
I tell Snupe they don’t love ya they just want to do ya
You see that truck that’s the feds watchin’ not an Uber
Wasn’t for this music, I’ll prolly be dead
Instead I’m on top and I’m countin’ this bread
Sittin’ in the mansion, could’ve been in the feds
Drop top even with a price on my head, woah
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, woah
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, woah
Who is Meek Mill
Robert Rihmeek Williams, famous stage name Meek Mill, is an American rapper. Born in Philadelphia, the artist began his musical career with The Bloodhoundz. In 2008, hip-hop artist T.I. made the first entry.
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Litty
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Litty
(feat. Tory Lanez)
[Meek Mill:]
Woo! I’m on my way to an island
And I’m popping shit at the pilot (fly shit only)
Niggas be broke and be starving
But still talking shit like they violent (niggas is broke)
They said that they honest, talk money
These niggas gon’ say that they got it
Get it now boy, the key to success
And these niggas gon’ blame it on Khaled
They don’t want to see you win (they don’t)
They don’t want to see the Wraith (no)
You don’t want to see your bitch caught up in the stars
Like she’s outer space
Mansion at the condo, condo at the mansion and I’m running out of space
Tell your homie, keep on coming out his mouth, I’m sending somethin’ round his way
Niggas barely getting lawyer money
Better get some Sig Sauer money
Running ’round like you Superman
Don’t be selfish, get your mom insurance money (hah!)
‘Cause I’m the one to put it on your money
I’m the one that make it happen it to you
Niggas with you fuck around and do it for me
[Tory Lanez:]
Hopped in the Wraith and I bought it, it’s litty again
Fly out the piff and the tropic, it’s litty again
All of my partners is poppin’, you know that we litty again
All of the fours on Collins, you know that we litty again
They don’t want to see the squad
They don’t want to see the Wraith
They don’t want to see your bitch up in the stars like she going outer space
Litty again, litty again
I got it we litty again
Litty again, litty again
I got it, we did it, we litty again
Feature money out the safe
Went and brought a Wraith
Brought it down Collins
Niggas talking like they want it, when we in the city they don’t want problems
Niggas said they gon’ rob us
But nigga we coming for welfare
A shooter money when I pull it out of you
Catch a bullet like a NFL player
Should’ve known it was litty
When bitches start lying on my dick
Lie on that pussy like I hit
Can’t even be a side, side bitch
I’m hittin’ 9s, 10s and you ain’t even looking like you a 5
Roll bitches trying to do it for Twitter
When they used to do it for Vine
I’m the man of the hour, I’m the nigga with the airtime
Rolls Royce Wraith
Put your bitch up in the stars like she in the airline
Niggas talking ’bout my hair line
I laugh about it, I be feelin’ them
See, we both be making M’s
They be making memes, I be making millions
I just counted up a Quentin Miller
A QM, that’s a quarter milli
They don’t wanna see Jae drop “6 Fly”
Private when he go to Philly
Funny money, yeah I know it’s silly
But your hoe feel me when I pull up and I got a pour a whole four on it
I promise she gon’ know it’s litty, motherfucker, yeah
Hopped in the Wraith and I bought it, it’s litty again
Fly out the piff and the tropic, it’s litty again
All of my partners is poppin’, you know that we litty again
All of the fours on Collins, you know that we litty again
They don’t want to see the squad
They don’t want to see the Wraith
They don’t want to see your bitch up in the stars like she going outer space
Litty again, litty again
I got it we litty again
Litty again, litty again
I got it, we did it, we litty again
[Meek Mill:]
All of my niggas is way up
These niggas is haters, I know that they haters (fuckers)
I score your bitch like a lay up
I make a mil’ like a layup
I pop a pill just to stay up
I sip the lean just to slow it up
I’m with my team and we going up
All these foreigns, they know it’s us
Whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it
Like the coco when we mix the soda up
Perfect timing and we’re blowing up
Fuck it, I’m a light the Rollie up
Shawty fucking for Chanel
I ain’t tripping, that’s a coconut
Push the ride to the motor bus
Stack the paper fill the sofa up
Lie on that paper, I am not slacking, I stay on that paper
I feel like it’s a restraining order on that money ’cause y’all stay away from that paper
I know some niggas that used to be balling but know they all feeling a way ’bout this paper
I be spending hundred, hundred, hundred, after hundred
They thought I was making this paper
Fuckin’ it good, I be raping this paper
Shit I might as well get married to money
I marry Nicki, still married to money
She rich as Mariah, I carry the money
And fuck a deposit, I bury the money
(Bury the mills) I bury the money
It hang out my pocket, embarrasing money
I act like I ain’t used to having this money
[Tory Lanez:]
Hopped in the Wraith and I bought it, it’s litty again
Fly out the piff and the tropic, it’s litty again
All of my partners is poppin’, you know that we litty again
All of the fours on Collins, you know that we litty again
They don’t want to see the squad
They don’t want to see the Wraith
They don’t want to see your bitch up in the stars like she going outer space
Litty again, litty again
I got it we litty again
Litty again, litty again
I got it, we did it, we litty again
Who is Meek Mill
Robert Rihmeek Williams, famous stage name Meek Mill, is an American rapper. Born in Philadelphia, the artist began his musical career with The Bloodhoundz. In 2008, hip-hop artist T.I. made the first entry.
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Blessed Up
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Blessed Up
[Sample:] Be who you are
You ain’t trying to impress nobody
Who you got to impress?
You done came through the ranks
You’ve been tested, you know what I mean?
And you stood up
That mean you’ve been tested and you stood up
And you still standing up
So who you got to impress?
You ain’t trying to impress nobody man
Be who you are, you know what I mean?
You should be yourself because I’m saying you should do shit man for other people and you faking it
I don’t need you to be no motherfucking gangster for me
I need you to be a man
I got God watchin’ over me from courtside
Ballin’ like I’m Jordan cause I’m blessed up
And niggas want me gone but I’m still alive
Wake up every morning feelin’ blessed up
Pull up in that holy Ghost cause I’m blessed up
I’m a do the most cause I’m blessed up
Had to scoop my niggas out the hood now we all eatin’ good like we should cause we blessed up
Its outstandin’ that I’m still standin’
Mexican brand dish when beef get sandwiched
Blat, blat do it for my niggas that’s scammin’
On the corner with it runnin’ that tan in
Duckin’ the Ds, cut through the alley, scuffin’ your trees
Tossin’ the profit and fuck up your re
I know the feelin’ nigga
Start from a dollar, couple of Gs
Bought an Impala I’m flooding the streets
Its time to kill ’em nigga
I got an eight flipped over and I’m dealin’ nigga
In a drop S coupe and I’m wheelin’ nigga
Five hundred for the piece how I’m feelin’ nigga
In the hood just chillin’ nigga
I’ve seen realest niggas turn emotional all in they feelin’ niggas
That’s why I ain’t really feelin’ niggas
And if them hoes fuck with rats I ain’t sayin’ nothin’ to them bitches
I guess I ain’t really for them bitches really I’m blessed
I got God watchin’ over me from courtside
Ballin’ like I’m Jordan cause I’m blessed up
And niggas want me gone but I’m still alive wake up every morning feelin’ blessed up
Pull up in that holy Ghost cause I’m blessed up
I’m a do the most cause I’m blessed up
Had to scoop my niggas out the hood now we all eatin’ good like we should cause we blessed up
Blessings, you niggas stressin’
Mac on the dresser when I’m dressin’ and never pressure
Crab in the barrel watch the bucket don’t let ’em catch you
Cause if they pull you back to the bottom know you gon’ suffer, fuck ’em
I done leveled up on ’em ’til where I cannot touch em
Therefore can’t feel ’em, therefore I’m a hustle
New Wraith on forgis, course that’s from the muscle
Course I got a bubble, new Porshce red like a devil
Go skrt skrt through the lane on you
Niggas broke and you faker than that chain on you
I told Tak when he see you go insane on you
Can’t D me call it man, I clear the lane on you
Change the speed game 7 ‘Bron James on you
My little niggas begging me to put that flame on you
You get some money watch how all these niggas change on you
That’s why I changed on ’em I don’t feel a thing for them nigga I’m blessed
I got God watchin’ over me from courtside
Ballin’ like I’m Jordan cause I’m blessed up
And niggas want me gone but I’m still alive wake up every morning feelin’ blessed up
Pull up in that holy Ghost cause I’m blessed up
I’m a do the most cause I’m blessed up
Had to scoop my niggas out the hood now we all eatin’ good like we should cause we blessed up
Who is Meek Mill
Robert Rihmeek Williams, famous stage name Meek Mill, is an American rapper. Born in Philadelphia, the artist began his musical career with The Bloodhoundz. In 2008, hip-hop artist T.I. made the first entry.
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On The Regular
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On The Regular
Sell a lot of dope
Dodge a lot of cases
Stickin’ to the basics
Rock a lot of chains
Do a lot of things
Bottles by the cases
Stickin’ to the basics
Do it on the regular
Fuckin’ on the regular
Drippin’ on the regular
Trippin’ on the regular
Count it on the regular
Sippin’ on the regular
Never smokin’ regular
Nigga we ain’t regular
I’m out LA for a week, I’m out here playin’ for keeps, yea yea
I never play in them Jeeps, double R back of the seat, yea yea
I’m out here lookin’ like Meech
Flooded the Patek Philippe, yea yea
Boogers all up in the piece
We got the key to the streets, oh Lord
Remember they said I was done done
Fuck that they ain’t know I’m the one one
We get your chain and it’s one one
I tell my nigga I want one
I tell my nigga to get it back
He in the field ’bout to punt somethin’
I hit your main and your side piece
That’s on the low but I’m on one
Wait, wait, wait
Switch sides, niggas switch side
We ain’t never got to dick ride
More tickets than a fish fry
And the chopper had the big guy
Little nigga I’m the boss now
Came back on them game 7
Trap niggas got the ball now
Sell a lot of dope
Dodge a lot of cases
Stickin’ to the basics
Rock a lot of chains
Do a lot of things
Bottles by the cases
Stickin’ to the basics
Do it on the regular
Fuckin’ on the regular
Drippin’ on the regular
Trippin’ on the regular
Count it on the regular
Sippin’ on the regular
Never smokin’ regular
Nigga we ain’t regular
Woah, woah, woah
Regular, regular, regular
I do not see no competitors
Hatin’ cause we got ahead of them
I’m getting money etcetera
Bad bitches all on my schedule
Felony, felony, felony
I catch a case and it’s federal
Bikes out summer time aye
Mikes on number nine, yeah
Bad bitch, hella fine, woah
She don’t fuck, never mind, no
I’m a get at her another time
I’m a go scoop me a yellow dime
She go both ways like the yellow line
I’m fuckin’ her friends she fuckin’ mine, oh shit
Still trippin’ ain’t no love for the other side
Rap beef turn to homicides
When we land on them and them hollows fly
Had a bag but you broke nigga
You ain’t fuckin’ with me bottom line
Out of sight nigga out of mind
And my Patek runnin’ out of time
Sell a lot of dope
Dodge a lot of cases
Stickin’ to the basics
Rock a lot of chains
Do a lot of things
Bottles by the cases
Stickin’ to the basics
Do it on the regular
Fuckin’ on the regular
Drippin’ on the regular
Trippin’ on the regular
Count it on the regular
Sippin’ on the regular
Never smokin’ regular
Nigga we ain’t regular
Who is Meek Mill
Robert Rihmeek Williams, famous stage name Meek Mill, is an American rapper. Born in Philadelphia, the artist began his musical career with The Bloodhoundz. In 2008, hip-hop artist T.I. made the first entry.
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Wanna Know
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Wanna Know
I just wanna know how niggas going to jail
Telling on niggas, coming back home and it still being cool
I just wanna know how a nigga on Instagram and Twitter with fifty thousand followers
Ain’t got no money in real life, but still popping, I just wanna know
I wanna know, if a nigga ain’t really putting it in, but acting like he putting it in
Niggas still letting it fly like it’s cool, I really wanna know man
This shit getting different out here it’s getting spooky
[Meek Mill (Quentin Miller):]
Now when that shit went down with Chris, you wrote a check
In New Orleans wore my chain to get respect (you a fraud)
So what that tell me? You a pussy and a fan
Say the wrong shit you know the shooters at your neck
I just wanna know, if you ain’t write that running through the six shit
Tell us who the fuck was Quentin running through the six with?
(Running through the six with my woes
Counting money you know how it goes
All the real live forever baby
And the fake get exposed)
Niggas writing for you cause you know you never did shit
When I threw that hook out, I was tryin’ to catch a big fish
We the type of niggas to tie your mother up
Fuck your sister in the ass and hit your brother up, pussy
You really sweet, I call you buttercup
You fucking dork you changed the style because you studied us
Coming with the same flow
Switching up your lingo
We just want a refund, this ain’t what we paid for
Every time that we come, we get what we came for
Spitting another niggas shit, but you claim you king though?
I just wanna know, I just wanna know
How these niggas acting like they true but really faking
People acting like it go
I just wanna know, I just wanna know
Was it Quentin Miller? Was it Hush or was it Detail where you really got your flow?
(Milli Vanilli that nigga)
Money make a fake ass nigga look real again
Money make a sucker that told look trill again
Says a lot about all the people that’s feeling him
But I’ma show you bitch ass niggas we’re real again
Heard that other nigga talking we ain’t get back yet
Let’s keep it short, nigga you ain’t get your chick back yet
And now she rocking with the chaser and now you missed that check
You went from Clear Port to buddy pass you miss that jet, hold up
Cat, I got to take them off of here, that’s right
I got to take them off of here, there’s only one
And that’s me, you understand?
‘Fore all that fighting, you understand?
Sucka thinks he good
Sucka thinks he can whoop me
And I know he can’t whoop me and I
Hey boy, the nigga whole style is chump, you understand?
When it comes to me you understand
Let me get mines first
Then after I get mine, y’all can do what you wanna do
You know you fucked up right?
You shoulda just said nothing
Now you’re going to have to give me a check to stop
All I hear is platinum that platinum this
Meanwhile I’m on the cover with a platinum chick
I got a platinum rollie, platinum whip
Niggas frauds I told the truth, don’t ask me shit
All this industry fake enemy and rap shit
It’s never really my style we got cash to get
I really started from nothing now it’s back to shit
Puffy almost caught a domestic when he smacked that bitch
Hold up, let that bitch breathe
[Diddy:]
Yeah this is called poppin’ shit
There’s no cut on it
There’s no cut on it
If your feelings get hurt
You feel like ohhh that’s an arrogant little…
No this is the truth and the truth hurts
Haven’t I paid my dues?
Haven’t I went through the storm?
Didn’t I weather the storm?
Niggas is gone and I’m here
You let Tip homie piss on you in a movie theater nigga, we ain’t forget
Real niggas back in style this shit is lit
This that Ja Rule shit and 50 cent
Who is Meek Mill
Robert Rihmeek Williams, famous stage name Meek Mill, is an American rapper. Born in Philadelphia, the artist began his musical career with The Bloodhoundz. In 2008, hip-hop artist T.I. made the first entry.
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Tupac Back
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Tupac Back
(feat. Rick Ross)
[Rick Ross:]
Tupac back, Tupac back
There’s all these bitches screaming that Tupac back
All eyes on me, better Picture Me Rollin’
Buying brand new rims, but them bitches is stolen
Stranded on Death Row, Brenda having my baby
But I’m stacking my paper, I need a brand new Mercedes
They screaming Tupac back, Tupac back
There’s all these bitches screaming that Tupac back
[Meek Mill:]
Huh, Tupac back, I’m 2 Glocks strapped
Rolling down in Philly this the new Iraq
Soon as I hit the the hood they screaming who got wacked
It’s a recession on the work, I’m screaming who got crack
I’m sippin Hennessy, riding on my muthafucking enemies
Sliding in the back screamin MMG (Maybach Music)
10 bitches and they dime so it’s Tennessee
Hail Mary, put my wrist on froze
Presidential is gold, nigga play with my money my shooters lifting his soul
40 kick like in soccer, bullets hitting the goal
Bitch I’m like John Wall cause I just give em and go
Plotting on this new 7, I can picture me rolling
Pockets look like they pregnant because them bitches is swollen
Got a clip I can loan, all them snitches could hold em
Look at them muthafuckin’ wheels, them bitches is stolen
They screamin’…
[Hook]
[Meek Mill:]
Mommy a soldier, daddy is dead
Catch the nigga that did it, and we gon’ carry his head
Fuck 911, tell em have him in?
Talking Death Row records, tell em have me a chair
Let it burn, I’m screaming: “Free my nigga Earl!”
He’s due in, no hestitation we can’t even get a turn
Copped my Mackaveli CD then I listened than I learned
Grabbed my Mac above the dresser, my OG’s say hold it firm
I’m dreaming spitting with Pac, cyphers with BIG
Try to send me upstate with the license ?
Had me scraping my wax, sleeping, my knife in the bed
They got a nigga on point like there’sa price on my head
I going max, got me knocking suckers and they back
In these cells, raising hell, tryna get back to the trap
But don’t ever get it twisted it’s Meek Mill spittin’ facts
Plus somebody said they seen it
And they mean it so they steady screaming
[Hook]
Who is Meek Mill
Robert Rihmeek Williams, famous stage name Meek Mill, is an American rapper. Born in Philadelphia, the artist began his musical career with The Bloodhoundz. In 2008, hip-hop artist T.I. made the first entry.
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