Meek Mill - G5 (Freestyle) lyrics
Meek Mill [Robert Rihmeek Williams] Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Meek Mill - G5 Freestyle lyrics]
Ugh, lord forgive me for my sins
I was chasin' ends
And I'm into makin' money
I ain't in to making friends
Cause these niggas rattin'
I ain't finna take a chance
Homie said he bout that action and
Grab me and take a stand
Say loyalty make a man
Got a homie and he told
I don't even shake his hand
I don't even crack a smile
Knew him since a child, man this game so wild
But niggas made vows to a code I never break
Ridin' in the heavy weight
Thirty-six O's in the bird
Call it feather weight
Never on time, when I show up I be ready late
Niggas got fat while we
Starved they already ate
And I'm trying to get full
Masks on clips full if he got the money we
Attack him like a pitbull we sellin' soft
We sellin' hard like it's a brick store
On my dick nigga
Thats what I thought your chick for
You pissed off, I only deal with the big dogs
Could've bought a Maybach before I
Signed with Rick Ross
That's the reason that I'm turnin' up
Doin' donuts while these haters got
These niggas burnin' up
Niggas want to murder us
This label want me purpula
You ain't talkin' money to me
I need a interpreter
Cause I can't understand that
Money rubber band that take off in my city
And your city where I land at
When I'm in your town forty
Rounds in my damn strap
Boy what a feeling getting hit
I was chasin' ends
And I'm into makin' money
I ain't in to making friends
Cause these niggas rattin'
I ain't finna take a chance
Homie said he bout that action and
Grab me and take a stand
Say loyalty make a man
Got a homie and he told
I don't even shake his hand
I don't even crack a smile
Knew him since a child, man this game so wild
But niggas made vows to a code I never break
Ridin' in the heavy weight
Thirty-six O's in the bird
Call it feather weight
Never on time, when I show up I be ready late
Niggas got fat while we
Starved they already ate
And I'm trying to get full
Masks on clips full if he got the money we
Attack him like a pitbull we sellin' soft
We sellin' hard like it's a brick store
On my dick nigga
Thats what I thought your chick for
You pissed off, I only deal with the big dogs
Could've bought a Maybach before I
Signed with Rick Ross
That's the reason that I'm turnin' up
Doin' donuts while these haters got
These niggas burnin' up
Niggas want to murder us
This label want me purpula
You ain't talkin' money to me
I need a interpreter
Cause I can't understand that
Money rubber band that take off in my city
And your city where I land at
When I'm in your town forty
Rounds in my damn strap
Boy what a feeling getting hit