Meek Mill Classic Freestyle (Special Version) Lyrics

Look, the summer nights can even turn cold

And the streets of Philly where niggas don't even get to turn old

My heart pumping to a turn gold

You niggas stuck in Nutri, I'm riding like fuck it, it's a long road

Shit, I'm the one, I'm like a lost soul

In the middle of heaven and hell, see nigga, only God knows

When your time gon' come and your eyes roll straight to the back

Now you seeing all black

That Mack go ring and that 9 go clap

That's that murder, murder music to rewind you back

Put that Ruga all up to you, watch your mind go splat

All over the wall, nigga, all over that raw

It's the same old me, feel the same old G

Got that crack music, listen, let your brain O.D

I be playing no big, me and one of my niggas

Riding through the city, plotting on some of the niggas

That be thinking they gon' get me

I'm a run of you niggas

And that's a couple dead bodies for a couple of niggas

And that's a couple dead bodies for a couple of niggas

Look, I'm a blood priority

I'm nicer than majority

All these rappers, they think they making noise, but they hardly

In the game, I feel as though these record labels starving me

So I'm underground, ripping everything that's starring me

Crackers got them mullies down, nigga, like a part of me

90 years to this from the soul and the heart of me

Niggas never lunching, we be pumping like a artery

All damn night, I hear that money, money calling me

Cash rules everything, so I move everything

Greenery to ready rock, machinery got heavy shots

See me, I ain't never scared

I be on whoever block

Chopping on my left side

Ride like the west side

From the oldest to the youngest, they respect mine

Shit, I'm a rider

I'm surviving

We're the best style

I'm the hood prospect

Money is my mindset

What it all means to get it, man, it's something like a concept

My hammer is my object

Niggas done to rise, stick together like a project

Yeah, you found a dime when it's wartime

Bulls eye, niggas get eliminated

Sent to the mall, tote tags in refrigerators

Tempts me to bulls, blow past to intimidate

You walk up, spark that ass up like a generator

Anybody want war, bring it to they front door

30 niggas outside, hammers like a gun store

Damn it, you are done for

Niggas locking, lowering on you

Throwing bullets like punches

You thinking that we're all in on you

Well, we ain't, nigga, that's not true