Come Up Show Freestyle

[Verse 1: Meek Mill] I'm yelling free my nigga TIP Brought him from Atlanta to Philly, Mike Vick Fighting charges lawyers say that they might stick I was praying to God, man don't do me like this The girls fucking niggas with the bricks Now they popping me I laugh dirty bitch Dirty money new work Smell it on my new shirt Lying make these suckas feel good but truth hurt A lot of niggas do dirt, get it in return But enough of dirt doing have you sitting with the worms Bloods dripping tissue burn Bullets rip your soul up Hollow tips fucking up your head like a bowl cut When my hommies roll up they be like hold up But I be like fuck that cause I do enough rap I ain't with the talking tell 'em spark 'em like a blunt wrap Rather make these suckas bow down like a blunt Twist them like a Backwood, black laid black hood Dicked down ski'd up Hoes down G's up I couldn't get no Gucci, but I could get an Oozie Spray up your hood and hit your neighbors just for being nosy Truthfully, I don't be all on that gun shit I be on some Puerto Rico chilling with a young chick You niggas on that dumb shit My niggas got them birds and come and get a drumstick I am cooked crack to the [?] All this rapping got me shining like aluminum foil Your niggas ain't loyal Money, envy, and greed will destroy you All over a dollar sign Meek Milly I am Columbine And I'm hotter than these suckers like a thousand times