Meek Mill - Wins and Losses Freestyle with DJ Clue lyrics

I got the key to the streets
I got the key to the safe
He wanna see what I'm selling
I put the key in his face
I just got back from the dealer
I got the key to the Wraith
I got the key to the Bentley Truck
When I leave the booth, I'm gone pick it up
Facts, when I'm in my hood
Shit I do what I wanna
250 im spinnin' the corner
You better get busy you running up on us
No rat ain't no rat nigga
Play on my nigga you know you a goner
Play on my nigga you know they gone hit you
These niggas be hating the
Fuck is they issue? They mad, ah damn
Busting it down on my real ones
They kill each other for lil ones
We tryna set up the lil ones
Loyalty only thing matter to me
We bout to bust up some millions
Niggas is ready civilians
We the type never to wait, wait wait
Walk in and blow when I step in it
I'm from the P and I'm repping it
Seen it with me that's a definite
That was your chick, better check on it
I write a name, put a check on it
She suck my dick get a check for it
Im tripping maybach, Maybach, Maybach
Maybach in this bitch
Back to back and the black on
Black Maybach Maybach getting rich
Maybach, Maybach, Maybach
When she suck this Maybach dick
Maybach Maybach does that shit
Timing is money and money is time
Hustle like I'm bout to run out of time
Step to a chump in the front of the line
Get on my level I been in the mix
Blue on Rick 'Rari like Optimus Prime
Most of these niggas be popping these pills
Don't know what they talking
They out of they mind
They sipping that lean and popping them
Percys a thousand a time
They said that they goons get not
Full bodied they dropping a dime
You said he a hitter, why you was lying?
He hit the district
He posting them pictures and crying for mom
Niggas is rats, gang
Living that shit I was rapping and
Rapping this shit I was trapping
We catch them niggas in traffic
That F N 5 7 drop 21 on 'em no savage
I ain't not doing no rapping
That 2500 my sneakers three
Thousand my jacket
Niggas be thinking that I'm into fashion
I'm being Neiman's just ball in the snap
Double M G, we gone crush y'all
If it's fuck me, you know it's fuck y'all
Bitch ass niggas, they don't want war
All these choppers in the crib
Look like a gun store
And the rose gold look like
Duck sauce in the Maybach
With a young broad why the fuck
Would I give a fuck for?
We don't lose sleep by the fuck boy
Sending hit's like a drug lord, Pablo
Dog food like Ralo
If they all move then they die slow, pronto
Mixing that Louis, that Gucci
That east Saint Laurent with diamond Milano
Feeling that shit that I ride for
Pop a wheelie when we see the 5-0
Who motivate niggas if I go?
Name one at the ClearPort
Where you can't come
Eating, finger-licking on the G5
Prime state with the A1
When it come to rappers
I don't be with niggas
I'm still mobbing on them with my day ones
Lil shorty try to play the kid
(KIdd) but I'm Jason
Handle that rod like it's And 1
Talking hot sauce when I pop
Off with the top off
Finna Wraith fan from a popstar
Man I live a life niggas would die for
This that young nigga talk at the dealer shit
When you killing shit, on some winner shit
At the VMA's with the 30 on me
In the front row and who with the shit's
Cause these fuck niggas say they want smoke
When we run into 'em we gone kill the shit
Talking really quick
Keep the strap on me like a nigga bitch
All these racks on me I feel nigga rich
Yeah you know, all these racks on me
I feel nigga rich
All these racks on me, I feel nigga rich
I'm tired this the end of the night
I swear to God I ain't
Go to sleep last night hey Clue
I swear to God you better stop doing
Your show at nighttime too Clue
Wins and Losses is in stores right now
Meek Milly it's your boy checking in
NYC, you already know what it
Is we in this bitch, gang
Chasers, chasers
Maybach, Maybach, Maybach, in this bitch
Back to back and the black on
Black Maybach Maybach getting rich
Maybach, Maybach, Maybach
When she suck this Maybach dick
Maybach Maybach does that shit, GANG