Meek Mill — Funkmaster Flex Freestyle 2012

[Verse 1: Meek Mill] One thing's for sure, two things for certain Got booked with three bricks, you back home, niggas workin' Clown-ass niggas, shoulda put you in the circus Home of Philly, if you get a Benz niggas lurkin' Churches, hearses, is it really worth it? If you heard he tellin', why you dappin' and conversin'? Lock me in the cell, let me strap on my Converses Before I drop a dime, tell them people a lie Swear to God, man, I was nineteen I caught my first case Nine co-defendants and snitchin' wasn’t the worst case Had a hard time givin' my name and my birth date But nowadays niggas go to jail and it’s a earthquake They get all shook up, write a whole book up Rattin' their connect out, tellin' where they got the hook up Got a niggas twenty years talkin' 'bout that cook up Back to the home, niggas fuckin' with him, good luck Twelve shots of Henny to the face got me stood up Any situation, ask about me and I stood up Catch you slippin' like a transmission, fuck your hood up From my hood to who your hood, good, what up? Ugh, nothin' though my hunnit high This MAC will leave a nigga look like Spongebob [Verse 2: Meek Mill] I said all I know is Flex, shittin' on my ex Bad hoes on my team, dick 'em down like next I rock YSL so fresh, fly as hell, no jet Waves on them 360's make that pussy get so wet She say I'm cocky, I say that’s not me She call me papi and I say "¡ven aqui!" Wrist wear on hockey, Porsche Box like Ali My sneaks they Bally, in my hood I'm prob'ly Just rollin' round in that Ghost, watchin' out for them folks Heater on my hip, trunk full of that work I say my shooters like Dirk, 10 racks and you merked I put that on your head, nigga First week and you dead, nigga I bottle pop, I model pop Catch me on them bikes, let the throttle pop Niggas know I'm nice and I got a lot Like F your corner, nigga, I’ll buy the block It’s Maybach, we way back Yeah, I was starvin', this the payback It's off the top… [Verse 3: Meek Mill] I got my hustle from Hova and my stuntin' from Baby That’s why I'm fuckin' 'em over and my new watch cost me eighty Got a couple of Rovers, had a drop one Mercedes I know these suckers don’t like me, I'm probably poppin' they lady I got 100 racks on me now No computer but I got a MAC on me now And I'm a shooter and I really clap homie now And fuck the jail 'cause my nigga Ross hold me down I'm skippin' bail and we in this bitch, fresh out the dealership I just came in the game, but I'm killin' shit My nigga Wale— We in the building, we in the building [Verse 4: Meek Mill] I had a dream like Martin Luther I was in the Phantom gettin' brain like a Harvard student Check my record for the fame, ain't really hard to prove it Went to jail, came home to that kitchen just like Martha Stewart With a Pyrex tryin' to make a nine stretch Just was in the yard with lifers, workin' on my biceps You would think they all was like us, they ain't have my mindset When I was missin' sleep and workin' weeks to get my mom set And to get my son right so he don't live my young life 'Cause I remember some nights I used to hold that gun tight Middle of the jungle tryin' to make it to the sunlight Stillmatic with that pen and pad, just give me One Mic And I'm gon' get richer, they gon' get sicker Why they mad at me? 'Cause they ain't in the picture 'Cause they was on some bullshit when they started flickin' And the camera started flashin', niggas came up missin' [Verse 5: Stalley] Black Chevelle on them blades, boy Dark shades, leather jacket like I'm Blade, boy Come through my city like, "What’s the focus, boy?" I come though with open doors Six by nines through theses door panels, make a bunch of noise I’m mobbin' on these back streets and city blocks Middle finger every cop Chevy block engines, everything is heavy stop Sweat pants, the car dance, I make that bitch do the wop Man, I'm losin' my religion Got these angels on my shoulders and they tellin' me to listen I blast this Alpine and get lost in my system They tellin' me it's devil music and demons have imprisoned My mind, body and soul and I’m travelin' down hell's road This strap got no Velcro So I’m down for whatever, whenever, wherever Any way the hell I go You think I’m scared and here’s your answer: hell no! [Verse 6: Meek Mill] Every night I’m on the road, tryin' to get how it come Still findin' time just to kick it with my son I know niggas see them blogs and it's lookin' like it's fun But when you out to get that cake, you gotta pick every crumb Yeah, you gotta pick every crumb I never thought I'd see the day that I get up out the slums Did it for my team, put 'em on some ones And every day we shittin' on them, we them niggas with some runs I was outta control, block was hot as a stove I was out with them O's, same time the block was patrolled