Banned From TV

[Verse 1: Meek Mill] Yessir! Aye look, I took my rap money and I went and bought some kilo(s) 4th quarter, tie game, and one for the free throw Letric bill audemar, lighting up like PEECO Word to my homies locked, "free my nigga Reek" flow We go, anywhere I wanna, it's my ego Jewelry on and off, all I know is ball (ballin) Glock 4pound'll put your brains on the wall I'm trynna buy them hammers TIP had, you niggas at the mall Let me tell you why they hatin', cause they dead pot Aye weezy tell them niggas kill they self, head shot Fred Flintstone ya bitch, I make her fuckin' bed rock So much ice up in my Breitling made my fucking band pop Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, pick a fucking rapper out And I bet they ain't in to half that shit they say or rap about I be really into that, flowing with my rachet out Every time I'm in the club, know we bring them ladders out (ladders) Don't you hate a rapping nigga screaming he ain't gotta rap? Spitting all that bullshit you spiitin, (tsk) gotta trap Watching for them boys in the khakis and the alphabet Cause they don't wanna see a young nigga make it out the jack Out the hood, out for good, hating nigga I been good The coupe like the Bat Mobile, my bitch playin Robin Hood Kobe told me "get 'em" and I told him that "I got 'em good" You ain't never been there bitch, why you actin' hollywood? Kerosene heater flow, swagger on a milli'n (swagger) Every time I'm on some shit they be like "you killin' 'em" He said I ain't on that shit, Black Eyed Peas "well Will I am" 5 percent on everything so you don't see what wheel I'm in Or you don't see what bitch I got Ice up in my wrist and watch I'mma cloud hopper, prolly take me to the top Drama, take me to my Glock so I can get strapper And I be with that white boy, fucking with that Casper Laughter, cause I can play around and shout you niggas down Lawnmower with that semi, cut you niggas down, buck you niggas down "Who you be with??" Talk about about me, when you see me it's the remix! I said I'm fly as fuck, get that purple, light it up Think it's sweet then try your luck. Need a murder? Hire us Shooters, they always on deck. Just waitn' to fire up Send them at you niggas, they gon' listen like I'm wired up Tell that ho to get a grip, "bitch go pick them pliers up" Catch me in an SRT, coolin burn them tires up We banging that Flamerz 3, shut 'em down and light 'em up I hear you niggas got that work, we call ya phone and line you up Cash rules everything around me, and near me Tell them hoes I don't do singles, they can share me I don't wanna talk or do business if you scary Lil niggas shoulda never watched Tom and Jerry (rat!) Break a brick down, cop a whip, get my jewels up Pay a couple bills, lay low, and then a crew cut Catch me in the vip popping bottles with my tool tucked Hating ass niggas make me sick, fuck my mood up Swagger on a million, billion, trillion Somewhere on an island like Gillagen Wrist wear, lookin' like it's made from Jack & Jill and 'em Whole band bust down, big rocks, killin em My city I'm bigger than the mayor is Ask the streets, say I'm everything I say I'm is I went to jail, came back like A.I. did And put my city on the map real rap! (Mr. Philadelphia)