Meek Mill - Hip Hop Flashback lyrics
Meek Mill [Robert Rihmeek Williams] Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Meek Mill - Hip Hop Flashback lyrics]
Kenny Lee on the track the way I'm flowin'
Keep it goin
I rip up the beat then I sew it
Back together rap forever, it's Philly
Whilly, Now tell your favorite rapper
That I'm tryna kill him, really
I'm in the porsche drop, 911 Porsche box
They can never eat me like a
Muslim and a pork chop of course not
I'm dunkin' until the court drops
Like B grif, I eat shit and hoarse blocks hA!
Flame Spitta you a lame nigga
You can't compare a G4 to a Plane nigga
Thats like versing a peddle bike
Into a train nigga
Like Earl Boykins and letting Lebron
James stick him HA! It don't make no sense
How your label kick you out like
You ain't paid no rent
Always been a star player
I ain't play no bench
Let these hoes be hoes
I don't say no bitch NAH!
I be going rambo
Paws on the pork, but I be going HAM though
Riding on the beat like
A mother fucking lambo
Hard Like X with, a '98 Cam flow
Sigel on the Roc, Nas on illmatic
I'm still at it
No matter my choice know Phil back
It and cool with it
Still to the jab I move with it
I'm cool fritted
Flyer than most but goon with
It and still hood
Honor roll swag real good
Diamond all on your neck but
Your album is stillwood
Money my medicine, It be making me feel good
They lock me inside a cell
Ain't matter I still stood
As tall as Yao Ming, Gasol, Bynum, and Shaq
I'm rocking with rozay
Now they know that I'm back
I'm whippin' in '62 and I
Ain't talking about crack
I'm talking about that thang 360 stacks
360 Days with 5 more I grind on
On my bag get my shine on
Bail money only thing I dropped a dime on
I tell them to get on the level that I'm on
Was tellin' you how I'm moving out
Someone call the fireman just to cool me out
I'm hot smokin' really I'm not jokin'
Rapping automatic cause really
They not smokin'
Put them in the booth kapoof Hokus Pokus
I make magic, Like the Lake Magic
But them in the water I drown em lake placid
And I got bars like I took the jail with me
When they let me out of prison I
Just took a cell with me
I ain't got to drop an album
Do a tape to sell 50
I be blazin' in the booth tell
Your artist trail with me
They got a nigga on trial
They said I murdered the beat
They feel my pin and my pad
My finger prints on the sheet
Keep it goin
I rip up the beat then I sew it
Back together rap forever, it's Philly
Whilly, Now tell your favorite rapper
That I'm tryna kill him, really
I'm in the porsche drop, 911 Porsche box
They can never eat me like a
Muslim and a pork chop of course not
I'm dunkin' until the court drops
Like B grif, I eat shit and hoarse blocks hA!
Flame Spitta you a lame nigga
You can't compare a G4 to a Plane nigga
Thats like versing a peddle bike
Into a train nigga
Like Earl Boykins and letting Lebron
James stick him HA! It don't make no sense
How your label kick you out like
You ain't paid no rent
Always been a star player
I ain't play no bench
Let these hoes be hoes
I don't say no bitch NAH!
I be going rambo
Paws on the pork, but I be going HAM though
Riding on the beat like
A mother fucking lambo
Hard Like X with, a '98 Cam flow
Sigel on the Roc, Nas on illmatic
I'm still at it
No matter my choice know Phil back
It and cool with it
Still to the jab I move with it
I'm cool fritted
Flyer than most but goon with
It and still hood
Honor roll swag real good
Diamond all on your neck but
Your album is stillwood
Money my medicine, It be making me feel good
They lock me inside a cell
Ain't matter I still stood
As tall as Yao Ming, Gasol, Bynum, and Shaq
I'm rocking with rozay
Now they know that I'm back
I'm whippin' in '62 and I
Ain't talking about crack
I'm talking about that thang 360 stacks
360 Days with 5 more I grind on
On my bag get my shine on
Bail money only thing I dropped a dime on
I tell them to get on the level that I'm on
Was tellin' you how I'm moving out
Someone call the fireman just to cool me out
I'm hot smokin' really I'm not jokin'
Rapping automatic cause really
They not smokin'
Put them in the booth kapoof Hokus Pokus
I make magic, Like the Lake Magic
But them in the water I drown em lake placid
And I got bars like I took the jail with me
When they let me out of prison I
Just took a cell with me
I ain't got to drop an album
Do a tape to sell 50
I be blazin' in the booth tell
Your artist trail with me
They got a nigga on trial
They said I murdered the beat
They feel my pin and my pad
My finger prints on the sheet