Meek Mill, Omelly - War Pain lyrics
[Meek Mill, Omelly - War Pain lyrics]
Location: Toronto Status: five star hotel
Four seasons them chumps right upstairs
They know not to come down here
Playin' no real niggas mood: I'm
Still up countin' five
Hundred thousand cash nicki in
The bedroom sleep, life is good
I've been in my cell for a week straight
Locked down 24, no more Philip's Steak
Damn, shit's so real it seems fake
Damn, let me take 'em to the green gate
When we was sellin' white girl
Audemar shinin' like it need a light bill
These niggas dick ride like they
Don't even like girls
A hundred thousand for the jet
Yeah that's the flight bill
Damn, cost four bricks to go to the LIV nigga
Whole squad on some shit
That's how we live nigga
Twenty-five bad bitches what we did nigga
That's fifty different Louboutins
Bleedin' red nigga whew, I ain't blood and
I ain't crippin' neither
On the phone with the
Plug talkin' Justin Bieber
I made a milly last week and
I ain't touch it neither
Straight cash tryna give 'em straight gas
Catch you out in Brooklyn
Get your chain tookin'
My Philly boys'll creep up on
You when you ain't lookin'
With your lil memes, I be with the real queen
Screamin' free the real Preme
We be doin' real things
Pull up with a bad bitch
Whippin' somethin' real mean
Marchin' all these fuckin' drums on
Me like a drill team
I be with my young niggas
All they know is kill things
Don't make me make a real scene, uh
See an OVO chain, probably take that shit
Said dreamin' wasn't enough
We had to chase that shit
You ain't write it' nigga, we caught ya
Can't erase that shit
And you claimin' you HOV now?
Why you state that shit?
Man I hate that shit
Niggas be talkin' out they face
But soon as you body somethin' they
Be singin' like they Drake
Wait, niggas dancin' like they fruitcakes
Hotline Bling don't get no bing
Up in this new Wraith pull up on the plug
Swap that bag with the suitcase
DC4 on the way, that's nigga's due date
Robbed you in your city and you told
Tory from the 6, you hatin' on him
Lord knows culture vulture
Now it's time to pay the tolls
Soft as the lacrosse team
Boy that's word to HOV
No reply, word to God I'm on the floor still
Me and Nicki watchin' the Sixers
I'm closin' more deals
Dreamchasers' double MG
We got the door sealed
Roc Nation, Atlantic Records
I'm on my fourth deal
When I met you, you was on my dick
Asked me to hold the DC chain
Now you on some shit
Omelly told me get it back cause
He's like "boy's a bitch" and I'm like
Let him get it took cause
We gon' charge 'em trips
Fuckboy, huh charge you triple the way
This real nigga stamp chasers, ahh location:
Philly Mood: Glock with 30 Status: triple
OG, never been disrespected
Without retaliation, chump
I've been in the hood for
Like a year straight sippin' dirty
It be hard for me to stand straight
Damn, it's time to cut the dead weight
I'm tryna turn my CLS into a red Wraith
When I was sellin' hard crack
You was scared straight
I dropped 9 and bought the
Rollie with the red face
Meek the one that got the mil
The one that got the deal
I'm still lampin' with the shooters
And they poppin' pills
These niggas like to rap diss
They get popped for real
It's time to son these pussy rappers
I'm their pop for real
I'm the type to fuck your mom
Cause she's a thot for real
And I ain't got one
My pump playin' shotgun
Quarterback that Glock, Cam Newton
And you catch a hot one
And for the fam I'll keep
Shootin' until the cops come
Reload, double back, hold up cuz, I got one
Official only respect official and
You are not one
No, we are not them, we be on some other shit
Deep in them trenches
Duckin' narcotics and the government
Tracin' the dollar, flippin' that product
Tryna double shit
Chewing like it's double mint
Man, who you niggas fuckin' with?
Hah, hey Meek Mill man
I'ma start running down on these
Niggas too real rap, these niggas
Soft and they frauds, check DC record
Nigga, we flawless any nigga stepped up
To the fuckin' plate got
Rolled over i ain't just talkin'
To be talkin', nigga
Check the resume how many
Times we got to fuck the city
Up for you niggas to pay
Homage fuck you niggas talking bout
Nigga? Slide through 20 deep, i'm talkin'
Bout 7 Rolls Royces, 3 Maybachs, 20
Rollies, 30 Cubans, 25 bad bitches
25 Chanel bags, 6 Caddie trucks
Jumbo jets stop playin' nigga
We came from nothin'
Four seasons them chumps right upstairs
They know not to come down here
Playin' no real niggas mood: I'm
Still up countin' five
Hundred thousand cash nicki in
The bedroom sleep, life is good
I've been in my cell for a week straight
Locked down 24, no more Philip's Steak
Damn, shit's so real it seems fake
Damn, let me take 'em to the green gate
When we was sellin' white girl
Audemar shinin' like it need a light bill
These niggas dick ride like they
Don't even like girls
A hundred thousand for the jet
Yeah that's the flight bill
Damn, cost four bricks to go to the LIV nigga
Whole squad on some shit
That's how we live nigga
Twenty-five bad bitches what we did nigga
That's fifty different Louboutins
Bleedin' red nigga whew, I ain't blood and
I ain't crippin' neither
On the phone with the
Plug talkin' Justin Bieber
I made a milly last week and
I ain't touch it neither
Straight cash tryna give 'em straight gas
Catch you out in Brooklyn
Get your chain tookin'
My Philly boys'll creep up on
You when you ain't lookin'
With your lil memes, I be with the real queen
Screamin' free the real Preme
We be doin' real things
Pull up with a bad bitch
Whippin' somethin' real mean
Marchin' all these fuckin' drums on
Me like a drill team
I be with my young niggas
All they know is kill things
Don't make me make a real scene, uh
See an OVO chain, probably take that shit
Said dreamin' wasn't enough
We had to chase that shit
You ain't write it' nigga, we caught ya
Can't erase that shit
And you claimin' you HOV now?
Why you state that shit?
Man I hate that shit
Niggas be talkin' out they face
But soon as you body somethin' they
Be singin' like they Drake
Wait, niggas dancin' like they fruitcakes
Hotline Bling don't get no bing
Up in this new Wraith pull up on the plug
Swap that bag with the suitcase
DC4 on the way, that's nigga's due date
Robbed you in your city and you told
Tory from the 6, you hatin' on him
Lord knows culture vulture
Now it's time to pay the tolls
Soft as the lacrosse team
Boy that's word to HOV
No reply, word to God I'm on the floor still
Me and Nicki watchin' the Sixers
I'm closin' more deals
Dreamchasers' double MG
We got the door sealed
Roc Nation, Atlantic Records
I'm on my fourth deal
When I met you, you was on my dick
Asked me to hold the DC chain
Now you on some shit
Omelly told me get it back cause
He's like "boy's a bitch" and I'm like
Let him get it took cause
We gon' charge 'em trips
Fuckboy, huh charge you triple the way
This real nigga stamp chasers, ahh location:
Philly Mood: Glock with 30 Status: triple
OG, never been disrespected
Without retaliation, chump
I've been in the hood for
Like a year straight sippin' dirty
It be hard for me to stand straight
Damn, it's time to cut the dead weight
I'm tryna turn my CLS into a red Wraith
When I was sellin' hard crack
You was scared straight
I dropped 9 and bought the
Rollie with the red face
Meek the one that got the mil
The one that got the deal
I'm still lampin' with the shooters
And they poppin' pills
These niggas like to rap diss
They get popped for real
It's time to son these pussy rappers
I'm their pop for real
I'm the type to fuck your mom
Cause she's a thot for real
And I ain't got one
My pump playin' shotgun
Quarterback that Glock, Cam Newton
And you catch a hot one
And for the fam I'll keep
Shootin' until the cops come
Reload, double back, hold up cuz, I got one
Official only respect official and
You are not one
No, we are not them, we be on some other shit
Deep in them trenches
Duckin' narcotics and the government
Tracin' the dollar, flippin' that product
Tryna double shit
Chewing like it's double mint
Man, who you niggas fuckin' with?
Hah, hey Meek Mill man
I'ma start running down on these
Niggas too real rap, these niggas
Soft and they frauds, check DC record
Nigga, we flawless any nigga stepped up
To the fuckin' plate got
Rolled over i ain't just talkin'
To be talkin', nigga
Check the resume how many
Times we got to fuck the city
Up for you niggas to pay
Homage fuck you niggas talking bout
Nigga? Slide through 20 deep, i'm talkin'
Bout 7 Rolls Royces, 3 Maybachs, 20
Rollies, 30 Cubans, 25 bad bitches
25 Chanel bags, 6 Caddie trucks
Jumbo jets stop playin' nigga
We came from nothin'
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