Meek Mill, Omelly, Takbar - 2014 HHS1987 Freestyle lyrics

Uh, go hard for that paper so
I can get what I want stood in the back
I couldn't fit in the front
Now I pull in the back
My whip sit in the front
With no roof on that bitch
I let it flip in the trunk
Like it's gymnastics, I know magic
Caught with the bastards, early gymnastics
I never had a master but I done mastered
The art of getting money in a timely fashion

You know we stillremain real nigga, you know
Niggas be playin'
You gotta see 'em, you gotta see me man
When you see me you keep the
Same energy that you had
You know what I'm saying?
I got blood all over me, you know, when
When you niggas pop shit
Just know that y'll gotta see us
We not gunna tweet you niggas or nothin'
You have to see us you see what I'm saying?
I mean that's a nigga jaw right
There today you gotta see us
And it could have got worse but, you know
These niggas be pussies
You don't even got to take it there
It's just how I be feelin', i don't know
Shoot, just keep the same energy
Whenever you say something about
Any Dreamchaser, nigga
Just keep the same energy when
You see us and man
Anybody, we ain't got no picks over
Here dreams worth more than money

Uh, gimme some levels, turn it up
Uh, they sayin' that I talk too much money
But maybe cause I saw too much money
I can't chase around no broads with
No regard to touch money
So if it ain't about no paper
Get them all the fuck from me
Young dummies, uh, realest
Richest nigga in my town
Yeah, if you ain't come with your
Pistol then get from 'round here
Cause I'm the ref with the whistle
You out of bounds here
And this time on my Sky-dweller
Say "The crowns near"
Cause it's crowns there
You hear broke niggas talkin'
That never sound fair
Be tryna broker and bargain
Something that's not there
I'm barely sleeping
Having million dollar nightmares
I'm right c'here, finna kill
'em, kill 'em all, they shi-shi-shivering
I think they mad I put on my hood
Fuckin' Zimmermans
Racist when they tie me down with cases
Cause my hand got dealed all aces
And I make their yearly savings
On the days end, that I stayed
In, First year I came in
Pop stars got came in

Hold up, hold up, I don't know I
Said first year I came in, they got came in

Basic bitches can't sit with us
And none of these niggas ain't
Really rich as us
We swore that that money’ll never get to us
We swore that these bitches'll
Never get to us
But now I'm feeling like I'm
Made for this shit
And loyalty go to the grave for this shit
And where the feeling you can't
Pay for this shit
All my niggas pay for this shit
Cause we already rich and you
Know I'm the shit got fifty niggas with me
They got Rollies on they wrist
Uh, I want everything my niggas want
Except for the hoes they fuckin'
Roll that window down and nigga
We get to bustin'
Who that right there? Turn around
They fuss if truckin'
It don't matter, you know how we rockin'
We thuggin'
Uh, living this life, getting it right
That shit y'll niggas talk about
We did it twice
G-5 eggs in back this the life
Look at my man's wrist there
You see it's bright
Uh, rollie on wrist, ice on neck
21st and Berks, this the whole set
My nigga Dean, he was catchin' wreck
Bending corners on niggas, 50 in the Tec
We got 30 in the Macs, 80 in the Myags

(laughing) I can’ti need like a basic beat

Thinking how I got here
Locin’ low and tosin’ pussy you was not there
Holdin’ never foldin’, we was on the top tier
Shackled to our ankles
It was like a nightmare
You ever wash out your drawers
The same water you shit
Doing your push-ups right on the
Floor where you piss
Cellies with niggas that went to
War with the strip
You gotta rumble with ‘em nighttime down
To the mornin’ and shit
I’m trying to tell them
(laughing) they can’t get no more
Of that right there
(laughing) they can’t get no more of that
I seen a nigga get murdered for a half a bird
Headshot, cat licked his brains off the curb
Before I had this paper always had an urge
To ball in ‘em sixes on them like
Julius served i moved to the ‘burbs
But I’m still in the hood
And I ain’t gotta rock a
Vest ‘cause really I’m good
And I should shout out my connects
Like really I should
Like Death Row and 9’5, Meek Milly I Suge
But I’m cocky as Pac, ice hockey the watch
Green Mercedes
Brown butter be broccoli the drop
‘Cause them winters was cold
The beef from broccoli was hot
We was sellin’ them O’s
Still getting watch from the cops
Federal papers, indictments
Nothing was righteous
Praying that Papi don’t grow up
To be just like us
Praying them people don’t judge us
And try to life us
I did it for all my niggas
We ballin’ no they don’t like us
And they wanna kill us
If they could one of the realest
But they can’t find us on a wood
Watching the Clippers like a Kingpin
(Huh? yeah) But for this rapping swear to God
I just wanted to be a Kingpin

At the bottom of the joint put
Some "Motivational uses only" man
No hatin’ man we wanna see
The whole Philly win
Ya'm sayin? Like we wanna see
When we out of town
A bunch of niggas from Philly
Holdin’ it down too man
What part of Philly you from man? Put
On it for the whole city man, everybody
Turn up
Put down the guns and pick up some money
(I’mma keep mines and keep the money
Yeah you know what I mean)
(I ain’t mad at nothin’ tho)

Man, you ready?
I think the DA wanna murder me
As they swore me in I
Spelled my name nervously
Feeled like I committed perjury
‘Cause this time they talkin’ ‘bout in here
It ain’t me and next time I bring my son
To court so he can see
How they wanna murder his Daddy
I murder the Caddy
When I’m on the roads to the
Riches no words for the Navi’
Should I make a left or right,? ‘Cause nothing was never right
We’s infatuated with bustin’ guns
And sellin’ white
I remember Snupe’s momma called
Me from the scene
No life in his body, blood on his jeans
Couldn’t believe it
One of the youngest in my regime
Got murdered and I’m feelin’ like
It’s ‘cause of me
Was it the fame that I brought to him? Huh?
Or the name that I brought to him?
Man a nigga put a fling, put a torch to ‘em
And I put that on my son
I tried to talk to ‘em
And tell ‘em stay away from murder
RIP to my Lil nigga Snupe
Yeah that’s how we rockin’
We rockin’ our Lil Snupe for life nigga
You know how we doin’ it
I said, I said they even killed my homies
They murdered Lil’ Snupe
He was only 18, only one that was a coupe
If you get a job they laugh at you
Kill something they salute
That’s the only shit they see
That’s the only shit they do murder
Black clouds, black people, black roses
Young mothers teaching daughters how
To bust it open
Babies having babies and them
Babies having babies man
This shit is lookin’ crazy even
Birthday was a maybe
Mommy playing daddy role
‘cause he behind a fence
And she told them he in school
‘cause them kids they in suspense
Man these clouds look grey from
This view behind the tent
Good girls that selling pussy
She was due behind the rent
And these kids need shelter
Don’t nobody help her
And who am I to judge her
Tears of a single mother
And the only thing that scare her
Ain’t nobody hear her
So them tears turn black when
The touch the mascara
Why I treat my last meal like
I treat my last prayer very thankful
‘cause I done had shackles on my ankles
Shackles on my wrist too
I swear that shit was painful
The reflection of your eyes
Through that picture
I could paint you, like Basquiat
Feel a soul from the fascia
Some recite the songs
The religious say the fire hot
And I don’t want to go to hell
But it’s hell on Earth
If I can't pay God with this money
Then tell me what it’s worth

I say, I say, said she want a boss just to
Sweep her off her feet
Hit her with the D and I
Can’t keep her off the meat
Keep her off of me and we
Don’t get to hardly speakin’
We be creepin’ all in weekends
I’m talkin’ freakin’ all in weeks
But I know you still think
About when i fucked you
And when I came through
With your best friend, crushed you
All white no tint, know I touched you
Tried to give my man some
He ain’t wanna bust you
‘Cause loyalty is royalty, hoes ain’t loyal
You are what you are and I had love for you
Heard you with a baller, hopin’ he enjoy you
Hopin’ he like buying Louis Vuitton
Just to spoil you
‘Cause you was like a bill with
A drill to my pocket
All these hundred dollar bills in my pocket
I could build my own bad
Bitch ‘cause i got it
Let you meet my new girl
She looks like a Goddess
She could give you gottens and
She gon’ give you problems
When she don’t even try to
Blame it on your momma, bitch
Or blame it on jail
‘cause you thought you was poppin'
With your little followers (ha)
She thought she was poppin’ with
Her little bit of followers, ha
I said my girl fuck a nigga with some money
What I do? Tell her break ‘em
And if a nigga fuck my bitch for free
What I do? Let ‘em take her
(You can have that bitch)
‘Cause I got so much money, What
I do? I could build ‘em, i could make ‘em
Tummy tucks and ass shots
What we doin’? Flying bitches to Jamaica
Dreamchaser, nigga! Talk to ‘em!

Real niggas back in style man
Guns and butter man, dC

Uh, Uh, It’s Osama, Twin Llama
From the DC camp
Heard you like to run your mouth
You the people’s champ?
All that shit gon’ get your t-shirt damp
A tag on your toe
Pussy nigga that’s the DC stamp
Carry two’s, with my jewels
You niggas thinkin’ jackpot
Well walk up on me
You gon’ hear that Mac pop (blap)
(With the ladder in the stashbox, oh)
(Black Talon that’ll knock down a Sasquatch)

Let me talk to these bitches, I said
I said, you was who you was when you got here
And you are who you are, who you not here
Breaking news
Shit I think we got a thot here
State to state yeah the ho out here
Talkin’ ‘bout Greystone she be
Like "I’m there"
Live on Sunday, Tiny and TI there (laughing)
I said, I said, Velvet on Sunday
(unintelligible) i said
What I said? I said ATL
Saturday tweeting at TI there
LIV on Sunday TV that Lebron there
Seen a flyer on Instagram that LeBron there
He ain’t even show up
She ain’t make her mind there
Stevie J on the mic, Meek Milly P my here
That ain’t in the building got Omelly
Coon and Tak here
Now you in my VIP, bitch how you got here?
I took a G-5 here
You had a buddy pass that’s not fair
How the fuck you beat me here?
I seen you in Atlanta i went to Live
You got there ‘fore me and we
Came in a motherfuckin’ G-5 bitch
(She had a buddy pass, how she get here?)