Meek Mill — Stay Schemin Freestyle

Uh I say one life to live So nigga Im a ball till I fucking fall Like September gone hell a hall Niggers act like they dont remember when I was selling raw But since they run their mouth like bitches they can tell them broads How I came through Panama fling blue Everybody bust down And Im with the same crew Half my homies selling dope They dont got the same view But we got the same goals I used to work that same old I used to sell them same Tryna touch a hundred mill Twenty four with a ghost I swear my life is hell a real Took them babies out the hood Put my momma up on that hill Got the weight up off my shoulders Tell them that its time to kill All the sudden all these older suckers mad Cause only 24 and buying shit they wished they had Is it my bad? Or Is it my fault? Life I live and shit I talk Hoes I hit and the whips I park When I did that bit they forget that part And its all so cold Where grown men cry And old men die But I ain't fold Did them my time None of them hope he die But Im gonna live Like MIA Sunday we lie We in that viv And when we dib We fly G5 nigga I used to have a million and a bad bitch But now I got it I treat it just like my last bitch Got another one Hotter than a double sun Real homies love me cause they feel just where Im coming from Old heads been balling I ain't talking running gun Use to chase the paper now the money I be running from Ah every day I wake up I just pray to god That I get my cake up and I stay alive Pac Man Pac Man Run because the ghost is out Ross has bought a new crib Shit it looked like Oprahs house I just bought a new crib My shit looks like his older house Last of a dying bread its nothing that I told about Yall get exported when them bricks get imported Niggas ain't important they informants be informing Got a crib in Malibu California About to do Miami Got a sting I clear my debt I told them do it for ah I ride for my niggers dog I ride for my niggers uh And I slide for my niggers dog uh I say money in the building everybody spending Thirty racks on me shit my pockets say I'm winning Louboutin sneakers different colors Ill be in them Keep a bad chick with me I don't own her she a rental Cause I Wear em out Take em back She know I ain't stingy wit it let her make a stack Lurking at the dealer fuck around and take this back I get so comfy in that bitch I fuck around and I take a nap Zs She ask me where that paper I'm like bitch please Shout out to the jeweler make my wrist freeze This shit that's on my hip will leave you Swiss cheese Hit you with the whole clip You get on some bullshit I'm a blow this paper like its 2012 If getting money was a sin I guess I'm going to hell If stunting on them was a crime I guess I'm going to jail And they gonna have to give me life cause I be doing it well I'm getting money on the regular We don't smoke regular cause nigga we ain't regular Got so many pretty hoes number in my cellular All I get is straight cash shit I'm like a register I'm balling like there's no tomorrow Forty on my Audemar Thirty for this Prezy piece I think I got every sneak I done hit so many dimes Presidentuary sweet Back and forth to Hollywood MIA like every week Can't remember my maps Cause I got so many but now I'm back I came from Hollywood to the trap And I'm right back in these streets Ridin' round with this Mac And I ain't talking about my laptop Talking bout the back block Riding in a dirty whip Hammers in the stash box Huh? What you know about that? I'm spitting bars off the top and they ain't flowing like that They ain't flowing like this Old school flow Flowing like kiss raspy voice in the VIP With a hundred bottle Ace of spade doing my thing Hot 97 they know that I'm going angry My neck, my wrist be all bling A lot of niggers catch cases They ain't like me, they'll sing When its time to see their cell I ain't had no bail But had a couple bitches They was writing me sending mail So I had to hold it down And now I got the crown I ride for my niggers dog I ride for my niggers uh