Meek Mill — 2014 HHS1987 Freestyle

[Rapping: Meek Mill, Verse 1] Uh, go hard for that paper so I can get what I want Stood in the back, I couldn't fit in the front Now I pull in the back, my whip sit in the front With no roof on that bitch, I let it flip in the trunk Like it's gymnastics, I know magic Caught with the bastards, early gymnastics I never had a master but I done mastered The art of getting money in a timely fashion [Talking: Omelly] You know we still...remain real nigga, you know, niggas be playin' You gotta see 'em, you gotta see me man When you see me you keep the same energy that you had You know what I'm saying? I got blood all over me, you know, when, when you niggas pop shit Just know that y'll gotta see us, We not gunna tweet you niggas or nothin' You have to see us. You see what I'm saying? I mean that's a nigga jaw right there today. You gotta see us And it could have got worse but, you know, these niggas be pussies You don't even got to take it there. It's just how I be feelin' , I don't know Shoot, just keep the same energy Whenever you say something about any Dreamchaser, nigga, just keep the same energy when you see us and man Anybody, we ain't got no picks over here. Dreams worth more than money [Rapping: Meek Mill, Verse 2] Uh, gimme some levels, turn it up Uh, they sayin' that I talk too much money But maybe cause I saw too much money I can't chase around no broads with no regard to touch money So if it ain't about no paper, get them all the fuck from me Young dummies, uh, realest, richest nigga in my town Yeah, if you ain't come with your pistol then get from 'round here Cause I'm the ref. with the whistle, you out of bounds here And this time on my Sky-dweller say “The crowns near" Cause it's crowns there, you hear broke niggas talkin' that never sound fair Be tryna broker and bargain something that's not there I'm barely sleeping, having million dollar nightmares I'm right c'here, finna kill 'em, kill 'em all, they shi-shi-shivering I think they mad I put on my hood, fuckin' Zimmermans Racist when they tie me down with cases Cause my hand got dealed all aces, and I make their yearly savings On the days end, that I stayed in, First year I came in, Pop stars got came in [Talking: Meek] (laughing) Hold up, hold up, I don't know I said first year I came in, they got came in [Rapping: Meek, Verse 3] Basic bitches can't sit with us And none of these niggas ain't really rich as us We swore that that money’ll never get to us We swore that these bitches'll never get to us But now I'm feeling like I'm made for this shit And loyalty go to the grave for this shit And where the feeling you can't pay for this shit All my niggas pay for this shit Cause we already rich and you know I'm the shit Got fifty niggas with me, they got Rollies on they wrist Uh, I want everything my niggas want except for the hoes they fuckin' Roll that window down and nigga we get to bustin' Who that right there? Turn around they fuss if [?] truckin' It don't matter, you know how we rockin', we thuggin' Uh, living this life, getting it right That shit y'll niggas talk about we did it twice G-5 eggs in back this the life Look at my man's wrist there, you see it's bright Uh, rollie on wrist, ice on neck 21st and Berks, this the whole set My nigga Dean, he was catchin' wreck Bending corners on niggas, 50 in the Tec We got 30 in the Macs, 80 in the Myags.. [Talking: Meek Mills] (laughing) I can’t...I need like a basic beat [Rapping: Meek, Verse 4] [?] thinking how I got here Locin’ low and tosin’ pussy you was not there Holdin’ never foldin’, we was on the top tier Shackled to our ankles, it was like a nightmare You ever wash out your drawers the same water you shit Doing your push-ups right on the floor where you piss Cellies with niggas that went to war with the strip You gotta rumble with ‘em nighttime down to the mornin’ and shit I’m trying to tell them...(laughing) they can’t get no more of that right there (laughing) they can’t get no more of that I seen a nigga get murdered for a half a bird Headshot, cat licked his brains off the curb Before I had this paper always had an urge To ball in ‘em sixes on them like, Julius served I moved to the ‘burbs, but I’m still in the hood And I ain’t gotta rock a vest ‘cause really I’m good And I should shout out my connects, like really I should Like Death Row and 9’5, Meek Milly I Suge But I’m cocky as Pac, ice hockey the watch Green Mercedes, brown butter be broccoli the drop ‘Cause them winters was cold, the beef from broccoli was hot We was sellin’ them O’s, still getting watch from the cops Federal papers, indictments, nothing was righteous Praying that Papi don’t grow up to be just like us Praying them people don’t judge us and try to life us I did it for all my niggas, we ballin’ no they don’t like us And they wanna kill us, if they could one of the realest But they can’t find us on a wood watching the Clippers like a Kingpin (Huh? Yeah) But for this rapping swear to God I just wanted to be a Kingpin [Talking: Takbar] At the bottom of the joint put some “Motivational uses only” man No hatin’ man we wanna see the whole Philly win Ya'm sayin? Like we wanna see when we out of town A bunch of niggas from Philly holdin’ it down too man What part of Philly you from man? Put on it for the whole city man, everybody Turn up, Put down the guns and pick up some money (I’mma keep mines and keep the money, yeah you know what I mean) (I ain’t mad at nothin’ tho) [Rapping: Meek Mill, verse 5] Man, you ready? I think the D.A wanna murder me As they swore me in I spelled my name nervously Feeled like I committed perjury ‘Cause this time they talkin’ ‘bout in here, it ain’t me And next time I bring my son to court so he can see How they wanna murder his Daddy, I murder the Caddy When I’m on the roads to the riches no words for the Navi’ Should I make a left or right,? ‘Cause nothing was never right We’s infatuated with bustin’ guns and sellin’ white I remember Snupe’s momma called me from the scene No life in his body, blood on his jeans Couldn’t believe it, one of the youngest in my regime Got murdered and I’m feelin’ like it’s ‘cause of me Was it the fame that I brought to him? Huh? Or the name that I brought to him? Man a nigga put a fling, put a torch to ‘em And I put that on my son, I tried to talk to ‘em And tell ‘em stay away from murder R.I.P to my Lil nigga Snupe Yeah that’s how we rockin’, we rockin’ our Lil Snupe for life nigga You know how we doin’ it I said, I said they even killed my homies, they murdered Lil’ Snupe He was only 18, only one that was a coupe If you get a job they laugh at you, kill something they salute That’s the only shit they see, that’s the only shit they do murder Black clouds, black people, black roses Young mothers teaching daughters how to bust it open Babies having babies and them babies having babies man This shit is lookin’ crazy even birthday was a maybe Mommy playing daddy role, ‘cause he behind a fence And she told them he in school ‘cause them kids they in suspense Man these clouds look grey from this view behind the tent Good girls that selling pussy, she was due behind the rent And these kids need shelter, don’t nobody help her And who am I to judge her, tears of a single mother And the only thing that scare her, ain’t nobody hear her So them tears turn black when the touch the mascara Why I treat my last meal like I treat my last prayer Very thankful, ‘cause I done had shackles on my ankles Shackles on my wrist too, I swear that shit was painful The reflection of your eyes through that picture I could paint you, like Basquiat, feel a soul from the fascia Some recite the songs, the religious say the fire hot And I don’t want to go to hell, but it’s hell on Earth If I can't pay God with this money, then tell me what it’s worth [Talking: Meek] Let me get down to these bitches..UHN! [Rapping: Meek, Verse 6] I say, I say, Said she want a boss just to sweep her off her feet Hit her with the D and I can’t keep her off the meat Keep her off of me and we don’t get to hardly speakin’ We be creepin’ all in weekends, I’m talkin’ freakin’ all in weeks But I know you still think about when i fucked you And when I came through with your best friend, crushed you All white [?] no tint, know I touched you Tried to give my man some, he ain’t wanna bust you ‘Cause loyalty is royalty, hoes ain’t loyal You are what you are and I had love for you Heard you with a baller, hopin’ he enjoy you Hopin’ he like buying Louis Vuitton just to spoil you ‘Cause you was like a bill with a drill to my pocket All these hundred dollar bills in my pocket I could build my own bad bitch ‘cause i got it Let you meet my new girl she looks like a Goddess She could give you gottens and she gon’ give you problems When she don’t even try to, blame it on your momma, bitch Or blame it on jail, ‘cause you thought you was poppin' With your little followers (ha) She thought she was poppin’ with her little bit of followers, ha I said my girl fuck a nigga with some money What I do? Tell her break ‘em, And if a nigga fuck my bitch for free What I do? Let ‘em take her (You can have that bitch) ‘Cause I got so much money, What I do? I could build ‘em, I could make ‘em Tummy tucks and ass shots, what we doin’? Flying bitches to Jamaica Dreamchaser, nigga! Talk to ‘em! [Talking: Omelly] Real niggas back in style man, Guns and butter man, D.C [Rapping: Omelly] Uh, Uh, It’s Osama, Twin Llama, from the D.C. camp Heard you like to run your mouth, you the people’s champ? All that shit gon’ get your t-shirt damp A tag on your toe, pussy nigga that’s the D.C. stamp Carry two’s, with my jewels, you niggas thinkin’ jackpot Well walk up on me, you gon’ hear that Mac pop (blap!) (With the ladder in the stashbox) (oh) (Black Talon that’ll knock down a Sasquatch) [Rapping: Meek, Verse 7] Let me talk to these bitches, I said I said, you was who you was when you got here And you are who you are, who you not here Breaking news, shit I think we got a thot here State to state yeah the ho out here Talkin’ ‘bout Greystone she be like "I’m there" Live on Sunday, Tiny and T.I. there (laughing) I said, I said, Velvet on Sunday (unintelligible) I said, what I said? I said ATL Saturday tweeting at T.I there LIV on Sunday TV that Lebron there Seen a flyer on Instagram that LeBron there He ain’t even show up, she ain’t make her mind there Stevie J on the mic, Meek Milly P my here That ain’t in the building got Omelly, Coon and Tak here Now you in my VIP, bitch how you got here? I took a G-5 here, you had a buddy pass that’s not fair How the fuck you beat me here? I seen you in Atlanta I went to Live, you got there ‘fore me and we came in a motherfuckin’ G-5 bitch (She had a buddy pass, how she get here?)