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letra de lil snupe meek mill freestyle part 2 - lil' snupe

[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 n-ggas 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
p-ssy n-ggas go they own lane, i do my own thang
finally got a chance to do this sh-t, i live my own dream
now i’m on the dream team, ball hard just like kareem
polo horse is on me n-gga
one man that’s all i trust
try to play me and my n-ggas, sware to god yah -ss get bust
p-ssy n-ggas trynna play me, n-gga we’ll f-ckin’ rush
end yah sh-t
cl!ck cl!ck boom! k!ll you and yah b-tch
i don’t give a f-ck about no n-gga and that’s real sh-t
cuz my daddy he really left my life, real quick
had to f-ckin’ grind and i had to f-ckin’ shine
i was born in ’95, they gave him 20 in ’99
so what you thought i was left n-gga? all by myself n-gga
my mama had me at 16, so she really had no help n-gga
so i grind my own self and i had to do my own sh-t
and show that i got my own b-tch
did this, said “f-ck school cuz that ain’t workin”
i started rappin’ cuz my pockets started hurtin’
and these n-ggas wearing skinnies, man they started jerkin’
my n-ggas was locked up, man they prolli murkin’
free my n-gga c4 man that’s f-cked up (up!)
i made it out the hood, i guess i lucked up (luck!)
now these n-ggas wanna see me that didn’t f-ck with me
now they say man you acting funny when they say “w-ssup?”
n-gga if i wasn’t f-ckin with you then
don’t f-ck with me now
cuz i wasn’t low then and now i ain’t goin’ down
p-ssy n-ggas 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 n-ggas in the feds, got n-ggas in the pen
got n-ggas who smoke weed, got n-ggas who drink gin
but all of my n-ggas thuggin’ even if they doin’ 10
all but some of my n-ggas doin’ 10
all committin’ sins
see me, i’mma young n-gga
but i’m a smart n-gga
number 1, top shelf, state of the art n-gga
i’m trynna win a f-ckin’ grammy award
and show these n-ggas how i do it, show ’em that i afford
imma drive a bentley type of n-gga, you a honda accord
better chill n-gga, for i f-ck around and show you it’s reall n-gga
i just do this sh-t for everything i own and everything i did (unh!)
show these n-ggas 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 sh-t started ballin’ like chris pauly
had a handle
a n-gga play around, i melt that n-gga 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
n-ggas wanna take it, take it you wouldn’t make it
got the game in a headlock like i’m jamaican
these n-ggas talkin’ bullsh-t, these n-ggas really fakin’
i m-th-f-ckin’ 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 sh-t-

[verse 3: meek mill]
i got 5 on that sh-t
i remember i used to f-ckin’ ride on that sh-t
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 bas-m-nt 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 b-tches trynna call me up and take me out
i take them b-tches to the telly and we makin’ out
youngbul, i get the money, i do the player route
never pay these hoes (nope!), n-gga pay yah taxes (un hunh!)
i be out here ridin’ round, with the -ad lib-
a n-gga want beef? tell that n-gga meet me at max’s
or better yet ishkabibble’s, n-gga i unh!
where you at o? we really in this b-tch
i feel like a k!lla up in the dealership
blacked out, windows tinted sh-t
you run up on me, you gon’ feel this sh-t
glock 30s, fns hold 32
hit yah homie up and do you dirty too (hey! hey! hey!)
my n-ggas do the biz like we posed to do
and omelly gon’ gun you, he get close to you (yea!)
i said, sh-t 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 k!lla
north side, but i be on the south
a n-gga talk greasy then i run up on his mouth
got a mil’ in the bank, hunnit in the couch
a n-gga playin’ ’round then we runnin’ in his house
i seen a lotta’ n-ggas fold for the time
my n-gga 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 f-ck? 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 n-gga 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
n-ggas talk sh-t, but they don’t want no drama, or problem
it’s dreamchasers in this b-tch
addicted to the money, feind paper in this b-tch
dirty money, green paper in this b-tch
everytime i talk i mean paper in this b-tch
you see this rolly no ice? that’s 30
n-gga, that’s a birdie!
i don’t gotta talk but you heard me
throw sh-lls, i throw ’em back like a jersey
ol’ school
i’m iced out with no tool
a n-gga 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
n-gga 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 n-gga we ain’t learn yet
i’m still hungry n-gga, i ain’t get my turn yet
big sean, i ain’t let it burn yet
f-ck it, where the germs at?
all these n-ggas hatin’
got on my dog collar, cuz n-ggas is fleas waitin’
trynna get -ad lib- out us
just bought a range, just bought a 7
i’m floatin’ in the ghost, that b-tch feel like heaven
and when i’m ridin’ ’round, i got the mac 11
n-gga you ain’t got no heart, you funny as kevin
lil’ comedian, my n-ggas 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
m-th-f-ckin’
-beat stops-
-(meek mill): i love that beat right there! that’s that one right there!

- lil snupe

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