Meechy Darko - Meechy Darko #Freestyle188 (Flatbush Zombies) lyrics
[Meechy Darko - Meechy Darko #Freestyle188 Flatbush Zombies lyrics]
Ayo ayo Flex
Please don't screw your face or react
Sit back, I ain't come here for all that
I wanna rap fuck it I wanna rap
Yo, uh
My bitch called me last night 'round nine
She was venting I said "Don't let these
Feelings get between all these millions"
She said "My nigga, I feel it"
She said "That's why you the realest"
My bitch called me last night 'round nine
She was venting I said "Don't let these
Feelings get between all these millions"
She said "My nigga, I feel it"
I said that, I ain't praying for no mil'
I've learned to stеal blessings
The flow switches, fuck a playbook
I go off instincts caskеts for new years to
Bullets for Christmas
I forgot more shit than you ever learned
Despite concerns I'm doing aight
Leave it drippin' like when fire meets ice
I'm God body, more the Deity type
My niggas know
Rock bottom like Dwayne Johnson
I wrote this doing ninety on
My way to Slauson
2020, I swear there's been so many coffins
Filled with guilt, barely do I reminisce
It give me chills
I promise y'all there is no
Metaphor for how I feel
Bottoms up, glasses filled
Life is just a battle
Why would I follow Roman calendars
I'm African
2Pacalypse, confidants notoriously arrogant
Jamaican rum
I speak in native tongue and scalp a nigga
A work of art
It's like my momma gave birth in the MoMA
It's like my momma gave birth in the MoMA
It's like my momma gave birth in the MoMA
An easy turn from
Self-reflective to self-destructive
Or when you just not shit
Even your rivals love it
Bitches love my aura, then they hear my story
If I fuck they mind right
Invite 'em to the orgy
I just call it how I see it
And my three eyes been open
Matching Range Rovers
Dolce Gabbana drippin' south of France
Can't understand why they call it the beach
There ain't no sand
If you familiar with weight, we ship that
You sniff that
The truth sets you free, lies tie you down
Tour bus filled
We stacked packs and slide through towns
Black rockstar
I scream loud and mosh through crowds
Hair wrapped like Badu style
Young nigga that could trade war
Stories with the vets
Jesus Christ I turned water to acid
So you know that I could work with this
The way they stitch him up
You would think Dapper Dan worked on him
Troubled kid, tried to set fire to my nursery
Gotta learn to live with regrets
Cherish these incidents, Detroit red
K over my shoulder as I unload
All my troubles on these instruments
The final nah, uh
What if the Mamba
Ain't decide to hop in that chopper?
What if the police ain't put
Bullets in my poppa?
What if the law of attraction was instant?
What if the law came and you
Got a day for a pistol?
Huh, what if Meg shot Tory?
What if Tina beat Ike?
What if Debo ain't have that
Squeak squeak on his bike?
You wouldn't know when he was coming
When to tuck in your ice
What if they really gave a
Fuck 'bout your rights?
What if the light at the end of
The tunnel you see when you die
Is you coming out your mom's
Vagina in your second life?
What if ghosts is real
Every nigga killed in the projects
Would probably haunt the hallway
Or the lobby, let's be honest
What if Edgar J hoover
Ain't dismantle the Panthers?
What if Pac had braids
What if police wore bandanas?
What if 50 Cent beat Kanye in '07?
Shit we'd probably still be
Wearing baggy ass denims
What if you could bring
Back somebody that you
Loved that passed away for a day
But you lose a year of your
Life? Is that an even trade?
What if Jesus really came back and
Tried to save the day?
They'd probably call him schizophrenic and
Lock that nigga away
What if freedom is just an illusion?
What if I ain't write this song
What if you didn't listen?
What if you didn't listen? I ain't done yeah
I'm off a tab today, drunk driving
I might crash today
She hit my DM 10pm, I'm sure I'ma smash today
Bullets burn, flesh lacerates
I'm a demon when in heat
I shape-shift and activate
Pussy holding, fuck it raw
I'm looking for a back to break
Count Rackula, watch me levitate
Business and emotions don't mix
You gotta separate
Treat your face like a gun range
Bloodbath, open floodgates, this a sample
This shit off the runway
Gunplay 'cause some words you can't unsay
Melanin heaven
I just be soaking up the sun rays
I don't trust the bank, loan sum
They get tucked 'way, that's my saving grace
Thought of being broke just make me sick
Give me stomach aches runnin' fades, teflon
Imma blaze in case shit escalates
We bulletproof the Escalade, wire tapped
They might just insinuate
I tried to implicate, investigate
Our conglomerate, my constituents load
Up the pistol, give Allah thanks
Checkmate, eyes dilate, steady heartrate
Keep my little guns in a large safe
Boobytrap the stash house in case the
Cops invade them drug raids
Newspaper front page
The headliner reads one name
Sorry but my last fuck I just gave
Know I gotta repeat that one phrase uh
Not buying a condom, my poppa best investment
Not going to the doctor
My momma best decision
Since my conception I've been
Destined to be reckless
From my recollection
You should mention me with legends
My knife work turn Bruce
Willis to Bruce Jenner
My pen work turn convos to cool millions
Spit venom and dirty distressed denim
Adjust your antennas
Sit back and get messaged
A wise woman said "Young king
You'd better spawn some wings if
You gon' burn every bridge" i laughed
Looked up and said "Every sin I committed
Was just me experimenting the prophecy"
Now I can see clearer than the
Heels on a stripper's feet
She said to dig you bitches deep
One slip and you'll plummet for weeks
They praying on your downfall before
You even hit your peak acid rain downpour
Come and take a trip with Meech ya bitch
Aight now I'm done i'm good
Please don't screw your face or react
Sit back, I ain't come here for all that
I wanna rap fuck it I wanna rap
Yo, uh
My bitch called me last night 'round nine
She was venting I said "Don't let these
Feelings get between all these millions"
She said "My nigga, I feel it"
She said "That's why you the realest"
My bitch called me last night 'round nine
She was venting I said "Don't let these
Feelings get between all these millions"
She said "My nigga, I feel it"
I said that, I ain't praying for no mil'
I've learned to stеal blessings
The flow switches, fuck a playbook
I go off instincts caskеts for new years to
Bullets for Christmas
I forgot more shit than you ever learned
Despite concerns I'm doing aight
Leave it drippin' like when fire meets ice
I'm God body, more the Deity type
My niggas know
Rock bottom like Dwayne Johnson
I wrote this doing ninety on
My way to Slauson
2020, I swear there's been so many coffins
Filled with guilt, barely do I reminisce
It give me chills
I promise y'all there is no
Metaphor for how I feel
Bottoms up, glasses filled
Life is just a battle
Why would I follow Roman calendars
I'm African
2Pacalypse, confidants notoriously arrogant
Jamaican rum
I speak in native tongue and scalp a nigga
A work of art
It's like my momma gave birth in the MoMA
It's like my momma gave birth in the MoMA
It's like my momma gave birth in the MoMA
An easy turn from
Self-reflective to self-destructive
Or when you just not shit
Even your rivals love it
Bitches love my aura, then they hear my story
If I fuck they mind right
Invite 'em to the orgy
I just call it how I see it
And my three eyes been open
Matching Range Rovers
Dolce Gabbana drippin' south of France
Can't understand why they call it the beach
There ain't no sand
If you familiar with weight, we ship that
You sniff that
The truth sets you free, lies tie you down
Tour bus filled
We stacked packs and slide through towns
Black rockstar
I scream loud and mosh through crowds
Hair wrapped like Badu style
Young nigga that could trade war
Stories with the vets
Jesus Christ I turned water to acid
So you know that I could work with this
The way they stitch him up
You would think Dapper Dan worked on him
Troubled kid, tried to set fire to my nursery
Gotta learn to live with regrets
Cherish these incidents, Detroit red
K over my shoulder as I unload
All my troubles on these instruments
The final nah, uh
What if the Mamba
Ain't decide to hop in that chopper?
What if the police ain't put
Bullets in my poppa?
What if the law of attraction was instant?
What if the law came and you
Got a day for a pistol?
Huh, what if Meg shot Tory?
What if Tina beat Ike?
What if Debo ain't have that
Squeak squeak on his bike?
You wouldn't know when he was coming
When to tuck in your ice
What if they really gave a
Fuck 'bout your rights?
What if the light at the end of
The tunnel you see when you die
Is you coming out your mom's
Vagina in your second life?
What if ghosts is real
Every nigga killed in the projects
Would probably haunt the hallway
Or the lobby, let's be honest
What if Edgar J hoover
Ain't dismantle the Panthers?
What if Pac had braids
What if police wore bandanas?
What if 50 Cent beat Kanye in '07?
Shit we'd probably still be
Wearing baggy ass denims
What if you could bring
Back somebody that you
Loved that passed away for a day
But you lose a year of your
Life? Is that an even trade?
What if Jesus really came back and
Tried to save the day?
They'd probably call him schizophrenic and
Lock that nigga away
What if freedom is just an illusion?
What if I ain't write this song
What if you didn't listen?
What if you didn't listen? I ain't done yeah
I'm off a tab today, drunk driving
I might crash today
She hit my DM 10pm, I'm sure I'ma smash today
Bullets burn, flesh lacerates
I'm a demon when in heat
I shape-shift and activate
Pussy holding, fuck it raw
I'm looking for a back to break
Count Rackula, watch me levitate
Business and emotions don't mix
You gotta separate
Treat your face like a gun range
Bloodbath, open floodgates, this a sample
This shit off the runway
Gunplay 'cause some words you can't unsay
Melanin heaven
I just be soaking up the sun rays
I don't trust the bank, loan sum
They get tucked 'way, that's my saving grace
Thought of being broke just make me sick
Give me stomach aches runnin' fades, teflon
Imma blaze in case shit escalates
We bulletproof the Escalade, wire tapped
They might just insinuate
I tried to implicate, investigate
Our conglomerate, my constituents load
Up the pistol, give Allah thanks
Checkmate, eyes dilate, steady heartrate
Keep my little guns in a large safe
Boobytrap the stash house in case the
Cops invade them drug raids
Newspaper front page
The headliner reads one name
Sorry but my last fuck I just gave
Know I gotta repeat that one phrase uh
Not buying a condom, my poppa best investment
Not going to the doctor
My momma best decision
Since my conception I've been
Destined to be reckless
From my recollection
You should mention me with legends
My knife work turn Bruce
Willis to Bruce Jenner
My pen work turn convos to cool millions
Spit venom and dirty distressed denim
Adjust your antennas
Sit back and get messaged
A wise woman said "Young king
You'd better spawn some wings if
You gon' burn every bridge" i laughed
Looked up and said "Every sin I committed
Was just me experimenting the prophecy"
Now I can see clearer than the
Heels on a stripper's feet
She said to dig you bitches deep
One slip and you'll plummet for weeks
They praying on your downfall before
You even hit your peak acid rain downpour
Come and take a trip with Meech ya bitch
Aight now I'm done i'm good