Meek Mill - The End (Outro) lyrics
Meek Mill [Robert Rihmeek Williams] Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Meek Mill - The End Outro lyrics]
Part I okay, these niggas wanna be sleep
It's nine in the morning
I ain't been asleep yet
I though sleep was for billionaires
I think I'm the last of
The street niggas left uh
When it come to stuntin'
I'm like money man Meech
Brought my city with me and
We coming in the fleet
And now I'm getting richer and they
Don't want me in the streets
I'm thinking fuck a album sales
We sold a hundred bricks this week
Thousand grams of crack, take it to the table
Bag it all up, take it to the label and
Tell 'em distribute it
I'm getting cake ridiculous
'Rari like a frog, jumping
Through the traffic, ribbitin'
And they tellin' me to turn down
They say that I need Ritalin
Ballin' like I'm Jordan
No assists from Scottie Pippen
In an' out the flows
Crossing over like I'm dribbling
Running laps round them rappers
Tired like Michelin
Started off with Tip and 'em but
That wasn't it for him yellow, gold Cuban
Diamonds blue like Michigan
Been taught you niggas
That there's levels and there's differences
To this lifestyle
The way a real nigga livin' it
I'm gettin' it
Nigga put yourself in my predicament
If you was gettin' all of this fucking money
You won't spend this shit
I be at the dealership
Pointing out and picking shit
Just to shake the town up
Talking off the Richtor shit
Take 'em to the Clear Port, no Instagram
Picture it
Niggas taking pictures for the Instagram
You in the shit on the jet
Fifty for the flight to go to LIV and shit
Spend another thirty on the champ
And never sipped the shit
One million, two million, three million, four
I can have a million dollars
Knocking at my door
Ridin' in the passenger, like 2Pac Shakur
Only thing that's different is this
New Glock that roar
Get a rush from the paper
Rush from the money
If money talk it's like you
Said hush to your money
These broke niggas say I talk
Too much about the money
That's what we do it for
The love of the money nigga
Part I I
We're sitting here
I'm supposed to be the franchise player
And we're in here talking about practice
Not the game that I go out there and die for
And play every game like it's my last
Not the game we talking about practice man
I mean how silly is that?
We talking about practice
What are we talkin' about?
Practice? We talking about practice man
We talking about practice
We talking about practice
We ain't talking 'bout the game
We talking about practice, man
Killed my nigga snupe
I'm going hammer on these niggas
Ridin' through my city
With my finger on the trigger
It's nine in the morning
I ain't been asleep yet
I though sleep was for billionaires
I think I'm the last of
The street niggas left uh
When it come to stuntin'
I'm like money man Meech
Brought my city with me and
We coming in the fleet
And now I'm getting richer and they
Don't want me in the streets
I'm thinking fuck a album sales
We sold a hundred bricks this week
Thousand grams of crack, take it to the table
Bag it all up, take it to the label and
Tell 'em distribute it
I'm getting cake ridiculous
'Rari like a frog, jumping
Through the traffic, ribbitin'
And they tellin' me to turn down
They say that I need Ritalin
Ballin' like I'm Jordan
No assists from Scottie Pippen
In an' out the flows
Crossing over like I'm dribbling
Running laps round them rappers
Tired like Michelin
Started off with Tip and 'em but
That wasn't it for him yellow, gold Cuban
Diamonds blue like Michigan
Been taught you niggas
That there's levels and there's differences
To this lifestyle
The way a real nigga livin' it
I'm gettin' it
Nigga put yourself in my predicament
If you was gettin' all of this fucking money
You won't spend this shit
I be at the dealership
Pointing out and picking shit
Just to shake the town up
Talking off the Richtor shit
Take 'em to the Clear Port, no Instagram
Picture it
Niggas taking pictures for the Instagram
You in the shit on the jet
Fifty for the flight to go to LIV and shit
Spend another thirty on the champ
And never sipped the shit
One million, two million, three million, four
I can have a million dollars
Knocking at my door
Ridin' in the passenger, like 2Pac Shakur
Only thing that's different is this
New Glock that roar
Get a rush from the paper
Rush from the money
If money talk it's like you
Said hush to your money
These broke niggas say I talk
Too much about the money
That's what we do it for
The love of the money nigga
Part I I
We're sitting here
I'm supposed to be the franchise player
And we're in here talking about practice
Not the game that I go out there and die for
And play every game like it's my last
Not the game we talking about practice man
I mean how silly is that?
We talking about practice
What are we talkin' about?
Practice? We talking about practice man
We talking about practice
We talking about practice
We ain't talking 'bout the game
We talking about practice, man
Killed my nigga snupe
I'm going hammer on these niggas
Ridin' through my city
With my finger on the trigger