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Meek Mill
Robert Williams, better known by his stage name Meek Mill, is an American hip hop recording artist from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. He was briefly signed to Atlanta rapper T.I.'s label Grand Hustle Records and in February 2011 signed to Miami-based rapper Rick Ross' Maybach Music Group. more »
- Year:
- 2012
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Ain't this what they've been waiting for?You ready?I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like thisSo I had to grind like that to shine like thisIn a matter of time I spent on some locked up sh*tIn the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wristsSee my dreams unfold, nightmares come trueIt was time to marry the game and I said, "Yeah, I do"If you want it you gotta see it with a clear-eyed viewGot a shorty, she tryna bless me like I said, "Achoo"Like a nigg* sneezed, nigg* please before them triggers squeezeI'm gettin' cream, never let them hoes get in betweenOf what we started, lil' nigg* but I'm lionheartedThey love me when I was stuck and hated when I was departedI go and get it regardless, draw it like I'm an artistNo crawling, went straight to walkin' with foreign cars in my garageGot foreign bitches menaging, f*ckin', suckin', and swallowin'Anything for a dollar, they tell me get 'em, I got 'emI did it without an albumI did sh*t with MariahLil' nigg* I'm on fireIcy as a hockey rink, Philly nigg* I'm fly-erWhen I bought the Rolls Royce they thought it was leasedThen I bought that new Ferrari, hater rest in peaceHater rest in peace, rest in peace to the parking lotPhantom so big, it can't even fit in the parking spotYou ain't talkin' bout my nigg*s then what you talkin' bout?Gangstas move in silence, nigg* and I don't talk a lotI don't say a word, I don't say a wordWas on my grind and now I got what I deserve f*ck nigg*Hold up wait a minute, y'all thought I was finished?When I bought that Aston Martin y'all thought it was rented?Flexin' on these nigg*s, I'm like Popeye on his spinachDouble M, yeah that's my team, Rozay the captain, I'm the lieutenantI’m the type to count a million cash then grind like I’m brokeThat Lambo, my new bitch, she'll ride like my GhostI'm ridin' around my city with my hands strapped around my toes'Cause these nigg*s want me dead and I gotta make it back home'Cause my momma need that bill money and my son need some milkThese nigg*s tryna take my life, they f*ck around get killedYou f*ck around, you f*ck around, you f*ck around, get smoked'Cause these Philly nigg*s I brought with me don't f*ck around, no jokeAll I know is murder, when it comes to meI got young nigg*s that's rollin' I got nigg*s throwin' B'sI done did the DOAs I done did the KODsEvery time I'm in that bitch I get to throwin' 30 G'sNow I'm hanging out that drop head, I'm riding down on CollinsThey like, my nigg* back home that young nigg* be wildin'We young nigg*s and we mobbin' like Batman and we're RobinThis 2-door Maybach, with my seat all reclinin'I'm that real nigg* what up, real nigg* what upIf you ain't about that murder game then puss* nigg* shut upIf you diss me in yo' raps, I'll get your puss* ass stuck upWhen you touchdown in my hood, no that tour life ain't goodCatch me down in MIA, at that Heat game on woodWith that Puma life on my feet, like that little engine I couldBoy I slide down on your block, bike on twelve o'clockAnd they be throwing deuces on the same nigg* they watchAnd I'm the king of my city 'cause I'm still calling them shotsAnd these lames talking that bullsh*t the same nigg*s that floppedI'm the same nigg* from Berks Street with them nappy braids that lockThe same nigg* that came up and I had to wait for my spotAnd these nigg*s hating on me, hoes waiting on meStill on that hood sh*t, my Rolls Royce on EThey gon' remember me, I say remember meSo much money have ya friends turn into enemiesAnd with these beef I turn my enemies to memoriesWith them bricks they go from 40 ain't no 10 a key, hold upBroke nigg* turn rich, love the game like MitchAnd if I leave you think them pretty hoes gon' still suck my dick?It was something 'bout that Rollie when it first touched my wristHad me feeling like that dope boy when he first touched that brickI'm gone
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Written by: Maurice Jordan, Jermaine Anthony Preyan, Robert Rihmeek Williams, Anthony Tucker
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