Meek Mill — Wins and Losses Freestyle with DJ Clue

[Verse 1: Meek Mill] I got the key to the streets I got the key to the safe He wanna see what I'm selling I put the key in his face I just got back from the dealer, i got the key to the Wraith I got the key to the Bentley Truck When I leave the booth, I'm gone pick it up Facts, when I'm in my hood, shit I do what I wanna 250 im spinnin' the corner You better get busy you running up on us, no rat Ain't no rat nigga Play on my nigga you know you a goner Play on my nigga you know they gone hit you These niggas be hating the fuck is they issue? They mad, ah damn, busting it down on my real ones They kill each other for lil ones We tryna set up the lil ones Loyalty only thing matter to me We bout to bust up some millions Niggas is ready civilians We the type never to [?] Wait, wait wait, walk in and blow when I step in it I'm from the P and I'm repping it Seen it with me that's a definite That was your chick, better check on it I write a name, put a check on it She suck my dick get a check for it Im tripping Maybach, Maybach, Maybach, Maybach in this bitch Back to back and the black on black Maybach Maybach getting rich Maybach, Maybach, Maybach, when she suck this Maybach dick Maybach Maybach does that shit Timing is money and money is time Hustle like I'm bout to run out of time Step to a chump in the front of the line Get on my level I been in the mix Blue on Rick 'Rari like Optimus Prime Most of these niggas be popping these pills Don't know what they talking, they out of they mind They sipping that lean and popping them percys a thousand a time They said that they goons get not full bodied they dropping a dime You said he a hitter, why you was lying? He hit the district, he posting them pictures and crying for mom Niggas is rats, gang Living that shit I was rapping and rapping this shit I was trapping We catch them niggas in traffic That F N 5 7 drop 21 on 'em no savage I ain't not doing no rapping That 2500 my sneakers three thousand my jacket Niggas be thinking that I'm into fashion I'm being Neiman's just ball in the snap Double M G, we gone crush y'all If it's fuck me, you know its fuck y'all Bitch ass niggas, they don't want war All these choppers in the crib look like a gun store And the rose gold look like duck sauce in the Maybach With a young broad why the fuck would I give a fuck for? We don't lose sleep by the fuck boy Sending hits like a drug lord, Pablo Dog food like Ralo If they all move then they die slow, pronto Mixing that Louis, that Gucci, that east Saint Laurent with diamond Milano Feeling that shit that I ride for Pop a wheelie when we see the 5-0 Who motivate niggas if I go? Name one at the ClearPort, where you can't come Eating, finger-licking on the G5 Prime state with the A1 When it come to rappers, I don't be with niggas I'm still mobbing on them with my day ones Lil shorty try to play the kid (KIdd) but I'm Jason Handle that rod like it's And 1 Talking hot sauce when I pop off with the top off Finna Wraith fan from a popstar Man I live a life niggas would die for This that young nigga talk at the dealer shit When you killing shit, on some winner shit At the VMA's with the 30 on me In the front row and who with the shits Cause these fuck niggas say they want smoke When we run into 'em we gone kill the shit Talking really quick Keep the strap on me like a nigga bitch All these racks on me I feel nigga rich Yeah you know, all these racks on me, I feel nigga rich All these racks on me, I feel nigga rich I'm tired this the end of the night I swear to God I ain't go to sleep last night Hey Clue, I swear to God you better stop doing your show at nighttime too Clue Wins and Losses is in stores right now, Meek Milly its your boy checking in NYC, you already know what it is we in this bitch, gang Chasers, chasers Maybach, Maybach, Maybach, in this bitch Back to back and the black on black Maybach Maybach getting rich Maybach, Maybach, Maybach, when she suck this Maybach dick Maybach Maybach does that shit, GANG