On Da Spot (freestyle)

[Verse 1: Meek Mill] Uh, I blow this money like you never seen it Felony flow you niggas is misdemeanor When I was broke I used to walk I had a rich demeanor Shirley said I make that pussy wet that bitch Katrina Last week I blew like 20 for the hell of it Bloodhound I find that money just from smelling it Pick your drug of choice, bet you I was selling it Addicted to that money, roll a 100 start a hell in it What! Im burning paper like im Wiz Khalif And and if you niggas can afford it I bet i'll get cheap You know the feeling when you burn a 100 in a week Turn a nigga out just like the first time when you hit a freak [Verse 2: Pill] I tell them MMG Bitch or go rocks Im slick as a witch doctor Slick as a pick-it-pocketer You can call me doctor You know drop top stops You the Top on my motherfucking beam drop A nigga in the quick seam with the tape around it You know the hate surround it When I come around it they scope and gouge it Tell them niggas go ahead, faces astounded Yeah, Im so fresh that im damn near clear Light up the blunt, please hand me a beer Understand that a Grammy is near But I can take the stress And I just hate when i put the 30 up to chest Im so off the top my brain and my hair is leaving the top of my head I'll leave a nigga dead in the bed, call him drop-dead-Fred They better call the feds till im fed I gotta' get my money Niggas is smiling like this shit is funny Im a smart ass nigga not a dummy Run with me or run from me Im bout' my motherfucking paper Chasing after these niggas like some haters That just stole it, I just stole it Gotta' grab the ball then console them Families, after that they like "Aw man God damn he be on some real shit" Roaches, Ferocious shit And after that I go and get yo bitch and get my cock sucked And guarantee a nigga fuck with me he popped up I'll leave his brain gone, I'll leave his mane gone And I will leave that nigga whole family name on a plate in the front of a suitcase That's in front of a cemetery, you won't chase me Because it's off safety Shout out to my nigga Gunplay he is on par of the gang And a part of my name spells "ruthless" I'll leave a pussy nigga toothless I come up around the B.I.G. niggas Them keep that heat niggas they real, just like me Niggas, they wanna' see a real G I guarantee them motherfuckers gonna' feel me They wanna' come and see how real that Pill be And if they wanna stop me they gotta' kill me [Verse 3: Stalley] From the Jets to the Penthouse Synonymous to what my life been bout' Kinetic energy, brain waves of intelligence is what I send out Still in the cut doing spin outs 87 boxed up, all tinted out Living life on the edge Couple links that excite the Feds Shout to Mr. Jones It's funny how sparkling stones bring attention from these hater heads A lot of changing faces from these Potato heads Eyes Dilated when I sashay lifted, couple doobies in the ash tray Cash Clay run my mouth like a swimming champion The long bed has the pain I be dancing in They reign with pharaohs, mirror image to the gods My holy glory brings head nods The only story I been bout, is control mine with no facade The Dreaming Intuition from the streets, polititional scar Back and forth with the pimp and gang symbolist, dope boys with the bang in their trunk Semen tremblers, Milk City where im from with the O.B. emblems Streets named after Indians So wild cowboys watch where you coming in Tomahawks with assault rifles May Bumpin' to the next kingpin Civil with the spiritual, the city feel