Meek Mill Freestyles on Flex (2016) | Freestyle #017

[Intro] What we doing, Flex? They see us, Funk Flex, Meek Mill, 017 I mean, why not? Dreamchasers in the building, you know what it is Philly, New York City, what's up? All my NY niggas, what's up? The mafia, ha, let's get it! [Verse 1] Mixed the Balmain with the Bape shit, I've been going ape shit Finna go banana like the K clip Niggas talk about me, they see me and never say shit Keep them suckers dippin' and dodgin', like it's The Matrix Heart full of hatred, show it on the Internet Weirdo niggas in my comments, but we ain't into that We was in there making it double and tryna get it back Bust a thousand traps all in it and take that rental back Couple hundred, tint it black, tryna make a mil in it I'ma let 'em shuffle when I cut it, got to deal with it When I got it, put my homies on like a real nigga And they all still with us Seen too many trill niggas fall to let you bitch niggas beat me 'Fore I take a loss they gon' have to RIP me But that'll never happen, take this war shit deeply My young niggas starving in them trenches and they need me They like, "Meek Milly, won't you spit that crack again?" Fake niggas up three, bring us back again Riding down Broad Street, I'm in the Bach again I bully niggas, I'm unlike Mac again Philly, money can't make me, suckers can't break me Back to back jabs, but I'm still gettin' eighty Just to walk through, and have them hoes going crazy All this cash money, got me stuntin', like I'm Baby Posted up with Nicki, that's when it get tricky Niggas in their feelings, that's when it get drizzy Speaking on the Chasers, definitely get busy We get money, stay a hundred, we don't never keep it 50 And we don't cosign no rats over here, my G On scopes on them straps over here, my G Lot of security with badges over there, I see You brought the law with you, I brought them hittas with me It ain't a nigga that I met I thought was realer than me I'm 'bout to take 'em 4th quarter, I can feel it in me Catch 'em on the inbound, watching for the shot clock 5-4-3-2-1, pull up for the jumpshot Swish, nigga! We used to play Sega Now its Glock 40, with the red lasers Niggas want to kill us, but they can't fade us Play them corners, we trappin', watch for the damn neighbors Call the cops on us, and we had them Glocks on us Pocket full of rocks on us, they was sending SWAT for us Super predators, is what they said of us Watching bodies drop on the regular, it was regular Said it made us cold, but really that shit affected us Fell in love with hoes, they the only one that accepted us White folks was prejudiced, so the foreign's all black We done turned nothing into something; what you call that? Eighteen, caught my first case, had to fall back Ten years of probation probably set us all back Started public housing, now we Kings Grandma and Mama, we called 'em queens Chasing that money, and chasing dreams Serving out people, ‘cause they was fiends On the North side of Philly, where niggas'll serve they mamas And go spend that money they made on a new designer They say I'm still stuck in my ways, and to be honest I probably am; sorry, Your Honor! I was made like this, I was raised like this Selling coke to get a mil, shit, I got paid like this [Interlude] New York City! What we doing, Flex? Special cloth, special cloth Shout out to DJ Khaled, this that special cloth At the radio station Going brazy with your boys in the building New York City, what the fuck is up? We here! Let's get it! Let's get it, Flex! [Verse 2] I'm from a hood of broken dreams Shots firing, yellow tape on the scene, as spooky as Halloween Go to school, what do you mean? When your mama a fiend but your lil' sister a queen And the fridge so empty it's hurtin' your self-esteem Now to get out on the corner and get it by any means How the judge gon' judge us when this is all that we seen? This is all that we know, eviction note at the door So we pray like we gon' get to eat one day I promise we gon' beat them streets one day Running 'round, living reckless Knowing we gon' live at peace one day I'm thinking, "Should I get to sleep some day?" ‘Cause I've been up all night chasing this cake To feed my mama and them Summer-time, you hear them sirens again They said, "That boy won't make it." You hear them screams, Mama crying again We had to kill and get as violent as them, we tryna live My young bull, she was supposed to go to the league Started popping on them P's, running 'round with the fleas All them A's and them B's start to turn into C's Go from crossing niggas over into running from D's 'Fore you know it coppers pointing at you, telling you "Freeze!" And you can't afford a lawyer, so they telling you "Plea!" Man, this shit worse than cancer, like a fucking disease Living this nightmare, they telling us "Dream!" Look what they did to Martin Luther, bullet holes in our Kings And they wonder why we never believe And they wonder why we never would leave Nigga, we poor, young niggas worrying about that corner store But the chinks own that And you claiming that's your block; who you think own that? Quicksand in the hood and we gon' sink on that You should think on that Poison water out in Flint, they let them little babies drink on that; they don't care about us [Interlude] New York City DC4 on the motherfucking way You already know what it is We only doing it strictly for the streets We ain't doing it for the Internet Strictly inspiration for the streets Motivation for my young niggas behind them walls My young niggas stuck in the trenches You know what it is New York City like my second home, nigga Flex, we in the building Hot97, you already know what it is [Verse 3] Views from the trap, nigga I'm back, nigga, with two 9's; Warren Sapp, nigga The crack dealers was new slaves, I toot Tre's Jordan with the mic, making dudes fade, I do says Sippin' on that shit like it's Kool-Aid Rollie with the blue face, diamonds, they clear as Blu-ray Suckers all in they new ways, different chapter, a new page You fake if you don't speak to me Real soon as you wave, I get it Favorite singer, favorite rapper, I hit it, I'm with it Try to tell me I'm losing and niggas winnin'? They ain't want to see me on the yacht, no They don't want to see me in the drop, no Coming down Collins with my young niggas wildin' on the bike Vroom, vroom, 12 o' clock, whoa Hear no evil, I don't see no evil Pocket full of dead presidents; them C-note people We thought you was flamin' hot, why you cheat those people? You fraud niggas, we can't believe those people I need a witness Now back to them trenches, we trap on them benches With MAC's with extensions, this Shawshank Redemption Locked my body up, but my soul free Niggas do not know me, so how could they oppose me? Kill 'em with success, they gon' kill me with emojis Kill me with a meme, you pussies never could expose me Did I fuck his bitch? Maybe it was the 'gram Hurting these niggas hearts, I really can't understand I started off with a dollar, turned it into a grand Flipped it into a milli, I'm still reppin' my city I pull up poppin' a wheelie, bending corners on coppers Toting choppers and whiping the work up like Betty Crocker Money, power, the crab in the barrel, no getting out it What I told 'em, but I'm in Miami eating on Lobster Bad bitches, I bag bitches that bag bitches They mad niggas, they only hate, I get the cash quicker Savages that blast with us, I past niggas I lap niggas, I bend the corner, ride past niggas I know how that money feel Delaware State, landing choppers on the fucking field My life so fucking real I don't never go to sleep, ‘cause I'm trying to see a hundred mil That automatic automatically on me I automatically clap suckers for running up on me And automatically smack suckers and fuck up their homies Finna fuck up that money, you think it did something to me? I do things, new things I'm getting blue cheese, no hot wings I really cop things, new V's and hard top And y'all niggas saying hoop dreams was hard rock And serving samples to the new fiends, whoa