Lil Snupe Meek Mill Freestyle Part 2

[Background: Meek Mill] Treat 'em like a slidin' board the way we slide on 'em Treat 'em like a Jordan jersey Put 45 on 'em [Verse 1: Lil Snupe] Look Look I'm outchea' just hoping I can get it right Remember going home at night Ain't have on no lights So I had to get it on my own And show these niggas I got it and do it just like I'm grown I can't goto my granny cuz she steady drunk And show her how I get it like I'm Donald Trump And plus my mama gone and she steady clubbin' And plus I was in these streets, I was steady thuggin' Trynna make a million dollars Put on for my own team Pussy niggas go they own lane, I do my own thang Finally got a chance to do this shit, I live my own dream Now I'm on the dream team, ball hard just like Kareem Polo horse is on me nigga One man that's all I trust Try to play me and my niggas, sware to God yah ass get bust Pussy niggas trynna play me, Nigga we'll fuckin' rush End yah shit Click Click Boom! Kill you and yah bitch I don't give a fuck about no nigga and that's real shit Cuz my daddy he really left my life, real quick Had to fuckin' grind and I had to fuckin' shine I was born in '95, they gave him 20 in '99 So what you thought I was left nigga? All by myself nigga My mama had me at 16, so she really had no help nigga So I grind my own self and I had to do my own shit And show that I got my own bitch Did this, said "Fuck school cuz that ain't workin" I started rappin' cuz my pockets started hurtin' And these niggas wearing skinnies, man they started jerkin' My niggas was locked up, man they prolli murkin' Free my nigga C4 man that's fucked up (Up!) I made it out the hood, I guess I lucked up (Luck!) Now these niggas wanna see me that didn't fuck with me Now they say man you acting funny when they say "wassup?" Nigga if I wasn't fuckin with you then Don't fuck with me now Cuz I wasn't low then and now I ain't goin' down Pussy niggas try to bring me back to the bottom But if you try top bring me back, then it's gon' be a problem I got niggas in the FEDs, got niggas in the pen Got niggas who smoke weed, got niggas who drink gin But all of my niggas thuggin' even if they doin' 10 All but some of my niggas doin' 10 All committin' sins See me, I'mma young nigga But I'm a smart nigga Number 1, top shelf, state of the art nigga I'm trynna win a fuckin' Grammy award And show these niggas how I do it, show 'em that I afford Imma drive a Bentley type of nigga, you a Honda Accord Better chill nigga, for I fuck around and show you it's reall nigga I just do this shit for everything I own and everything I did (Unh!) Show these niggas I'm my own [Verse 2: Meek Mill] Tell 'em I'm my own, Omelly blowin' strong I don't smoke weed but I be gettin' in my zone I remember nights in the room all alone Feelin' like Home Alone, Macaulay I remember hoes tried to play me, they ain't call me But, I got on my shit started ballin' like Chris Pauly Had a handle A nigga play around, I melt that nigga like a candle This .40 leave his chest open like he wearin' sandles Sittin in the Bach, thinkin' bout my life Thinkin' bout my youngbul, thinkin bout my ice Niggas wanna take it, take it you wouldn't make it Got the game in a headlock like I'm Jamaican These niggas talkin' bullshit, these niggas really fakin' I muthafuckin' changed the game 'round I'm tradin' places *Beat stops* The beat had to stop cuz the cord came out But I'mma pop it back in, I got the same mouth Im on the old block, 'member the bird same house Where served on Berks, where we moved that cain out Let me get the beat back so I can catch it again (Unh!) *(Lil' Snupe): That beat just right* *(Meek Mill): Yea that beat the shit* [Verse 3: Meek Mill] I got 5 on that shit I remember I used to fuckin' ride on that shit I remember I had $5 to my name Was smokin' on some reggie, wasn't sellin' cain It was me Rell Geez, *ad lib* I was in the basement spittin' like I'm Lil' Wayne I was dead broke, but now I got a lil' change And I don't never be trippin out over a lil flame I remember hoes, they ain't notice me They tried to play me out Same bitches trynna call me up and take me out I take them bitches to the telly and we makin' out Youngbul, I get the money, I do the player route Never pay these hoes (Nope!), nigga pay yah taxes (Un Hunh!) I be out here ridin' round, with the *ad lib* A nigga want beef? Tell that nigga meet me at Max's Or better yet Ishkabibble's, Nigga I Unh! Where you at O? We really in this bitch I feel like a killa up in the dealership Blacked out, windows tinted shit You run up on me, you gon' feel this shit Glock 30s, FNs hold 32 Hit yah homie up and do you dirty too (Hey! Hey! Hey!) My niggas do the biz like we posed to do And Omelly gon' gun you, he get close to you (Yea!) I said, shit gettin realer Slidin' thru the block, all-white 4-wheeler Swinging on the handle bars, like I'm a gorrilla Youngbul gettin' to the money, I'm a killa North side, But I be on the south A nigga talk greasy then I run up on his mouth Got a mil' in the bank, hunnit in the couch A nigga playin' 'round then we runnin' in his house I seen a lotta' niggas fold for the time My nigga B-R stand up, did a dime For a ounce of crack, now we got 'eem back We gon' show 'em how we do it, how *ad lib* We gon' drop them stacks, we gon' pop them wheels Man, matter fact check, I don't know how to feel Everyday, Everyday all kinds of bills But what the fuck? I'mma just wake up *ad lib* a mil' Let me catch the flow back I get that, you know that Me Omelly go back, we go down 4 flats Play around we gon' pump you up And if you wanna fight nigga we gon' lump you up I'm talkin' knock you down to the ground, stump you up Matter fact, duct tape you and trunk you up (That's what it is!) That's word to my mama I was out here ridin' round with Osama B-R had the ladder on 'eem, clip like a comma Niggas talk shit, but they don't want no drama, or problem It's dreamchasers in this bitch Addicted to the money, feind paper in this bitch Dirty money, green paper in this bitch Everytime I talk I mean paper in this bitch You see this rolly no ice? That's 30 Nigga, that's a birdie! I don't gotta talk but you heard me Throw shells, I throw 'em back like a jersey Ol' school I'm iced out with no tool A nigga play around, *ad lib* no jewels Fix yah voice, protools My flow so mean, it's so smooth I'm iced out, I'm so cool But I'm so hot at the same time Nigga spit the same rhymes We get locked up and come back and do the same thing we did Locked up for the same crime Cuz nigga we ain't learn yet I'm still hungry nigga, I ain't get my turn yet Big Sean, I ain't let it burn yet Fuck it, where the germs at? All these niggas hatin' Got on my dog collar, cuz niggas is fleas waitin' Trynna get *ad lib* out us Just bought a Range, Just bought a 7 I'm floatin' in the ghost, that bitch feel like heaven And when I'm ridin' 'round, I got the Mac 11 Nigga you ain't got no heart, you funny as Kevin Lil' comedian, my niggas they be speedin' in Dippin' bobbin' weavin' and catch me I be leavin' 'em Hit him in his head, have his shirt all red And mama callin yah phone, her baby boy dead and (He gone!) You ain't here me but you heard what I said Number 2 pencil, clip full of lead Muthafuckin' *Beat stops* *(Meek Mill): I love that beat right there! That's that one right there!