[Intro: Meek Mill]Location: Toronto; Status: five star hotel, Four Seasons. Them chumps right upstairs, they know not to come down here playin’ no real niggas. Mood: I’m still up countin’ five hundred thousand cash. Nicki in the bedroom sleep, life is good[Verse 1: Meek Mill]I’ve been in my cell for a week straightLocked down 24, no more Philip’s SteakDamn, shit’s so real it seems fakeDamn, let me take ’em to the green gateWhen we was sellin’ white girlAudemar shinin’ like it need a light billThese niggas dick ride like they don’t even like girlsA hundred thousand for the jet, yeah that’s the flight billDamn, cost four bricks to go to the LIV niggaWhole squad on some shit, that’s how we live niggaTwenty-five bad bitches what we did niggaThat’s fifty different Louboutins bleedin’ red niggaWhew, I ain’t blood and I ain’t crippin’ neitherOn the phone with the plug talkin’ Justin BieberI made a milly last week and I ain’t touch it neitherStraight cash tryna give ’em straight gasCatch you out in Brooklyn, get your chain tookin’My Philly boys’ll creep up on you when you ain’t lookin’With your lil memes, I be with the real queenScreamin’ free the real Preme, we be doin’ real thingsPull up with a bad bitch, whippin’ somethin’ real meanMarchin’ all these fuckin’ drums on me like a drill teamI be with my young niggas, all they know is kill thingsDon’t make me make a real scene, uhSee an OVO chain, probably take that shitSaid dreamin’ wasn’t enough, we had to chase that shitYou ain’t write it’ nigga, we caught ya, can’t erase that shitAnd you claimin’ you HOV now? Why you state that shit?Man I hate that shit, niggas be talkin’ out they faceBut soon as you body somethin’ they be singin’ like they DrakeWait, niggas dancin’ like they fruitcakesHotline Bling don’t get no bing up in this new WraithPull up on the plug, swap that bag with the suitcaseDC4 on the way, that’s nigga’s due dateRobbed you in your city and you toldTory from the 6, you hatin’ on him, Lord knowsCulture vulture, now it’s time to pay the tollsSoft as the lacrosse team, boy that’s word to HOVNo reply, word to God I’m on the floor stillMe and Nicki watchin’ the Sixers, I’m closin’ more dealsDreamchasers’ double MG, we got the door sealedRoc Nation, Atlantic Records, I’m on my fourth dealWhen I met you, you was on my dickAsked me to hold the DC chain, now you on some shitOmelly told me get it back cause he’s like “boy’s a bitch”And I’m like, let him get it took cause we gon’ charge ’em trips[Interlude: Meek Mill & Omelly]Fuckboy, huh charge you triple the way this real nigga stamp. Chasers, ahh. Location: Philly; Mood: Glock with 30; Status: triple OG, never been disrespected without retaliation, chump[Verse 2: Omelly & Meek Mill]I’ve been in the hood for like a year straightSippin’ dirty, it be hard for me to stand straightDamn, it’s time to cut the dead weightI’m tryna turn my CLS into a red WraithWhen I was sellin’ hard crack you was scared straightI dropped 9 and bought the Rollie with the red faceMeek the one that got the mil, the one that got the dealI’m still lampin’ with the shooters and they poppin’ pillsThese niggas like to rap diss they get popped for realIt’s time to son these pussy rappers, I’m their pop for realI’m the type to fuck your mom cause she’s a thot for realAnd I ain’t got one, my pump playin’ shotgunQuarterback that Glock, Cam Newton, and you catch a hot oneAnd for the fam I’ll keep shootin’ until the cops comeReload, double back, hold up cuz, I got oneOfficial only respect official and you are not oneNo, we are not them, we be on some other shitDeep in them trenches, duckin’ narcotics and the governmentTracin’ the dollar, flippin’ that product, tryna double shitChewing like it’s double mintMan, who you niggas fuckin’ with?[Outro: Omelly]Hah, hey Meek Mill man, I’ma start running down on these niggas too. Real rap, these niggas soft and they frauds, check DC record nigga, we flawless. Any nigga stepped up to the fuckin’ plate got rolled over. I ain’t just talkin’ to be talkin’, nigga, check the resume. How many times we got to fuck the city up for you niggas to pay homage. Fuck you niggas talking bout nigga? Slide through 20 deep, I’m talkin’ bout 7 Rolls Royces, 3 Maybachs, 20 Rollies, 30 Cubans, 25 bad bitches, 25 Chanel bags, 6 Caddie trucks, jumbo jets. Stop playin’ nigga, we came from nothin’
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