Meek Mill - Unnamed DVD Freestyle lyrics

Listen, I'm the definition of a monster
Sitting like a mobster revolver on my lap
Barrel full of Black Talons
I lick it at your squadron
Roll up like ‘hold up’
Start spitting while I'm driving
Peel off, then roll up
You niggas better slow up
 before you bang the fuck out
I aim, let it flame
Blow your brains all the fuck out
All over your shirt
Since a youngin' I was buck wild
All up in the dirt
Ma screaming "Get the fuck out!"
North where I was raised at
South Philly I plays that
Whatever I'm around
I hold it down like a wave cap
Yeah my niggas stay strapped
Blaze and I'ma blaze back
All over that yolk and get
Your motherfuckin' egg cracked
Northside of Bird Streeter
Southside of Eight Baller
Posted by the green gate
Cops come we scrape on 'em
Niggas dropping tapes on ‘em
Tryna get us locked down
Visit to the district
That’s enough to get you chopped down
Nine Parabellum
Fuck around and hit a nigga momma cerebellum
They ain’t riding man they telling
I be sliding with a seven, all titanium
Big boy style
Jump around when I’m flaming ‘em
Yeah I play my role
Getting hoes like I’m taming ‘em
Same one you kiss the same
One that give me cranium
Every time I touch a gun
All I hear is Damien pipe me up and rock it
Baby like I’m Dame’in’ ‘em
I bounce on the track like
I bounce on the bike
So nice wit’ it I ain’t even writing it
On the low, blowing dro like
645 on my side right in it
Yeah, they got Omelly all day
I’m in the house stressing out
Why I’m running all around
In the town acting out
Beef come we clap it out
All the real shit my niggas do
We don’t rap about
‘Cause niggas’ll rat you out
As soon as they get the word
I know niggas saying they homies as
Soon as they get a bird
Niggas’ll get you served
Like four-and-a half i’m the nigga with 32
I’ll put four in yo’ ass
I’m the nicest nigga out, out
Ain't nobody seeing me, the whole
Hood agree with me, i'm wiping niggas out
They like what I'm about
Shit every time I'm killing it
The whole hood feeling it
I got the word of mouth
Right now I'm on the south
Dealing with them killer niggas
Sheisty and gorilla niggas
Fuck it though we out
He talking what he ’bout
Nigga making threats, it's a bet
Send my bloodhounds barking at his house
Like soon as he come out
Give me what you got
And make sure you kill him ‘cause
I want him in a box
Yeah the sons of Philadelphia
Where drugs the only wealth for ya’
Where guns’ll take ya’ health for ya’
They won’t even send help for ya’