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letra de meek mill classic freestyle pt2 - meek mill

[verse]
yeah, uh, look
through summer nights can even turn cold
and the streets of philly where n-ggas don’t even get to turn old
my heart pumping to a turn gold
you n-ggas stuck in nutri-rhyme like f-ck it, it’s a long road
sh-t, i’m the one, i’m like a lost soul
in the middle of heaven and h-ll, see n-gga, only god knows
when your time gon’ come and your eyes roll straight to the back
now you seein’ 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, n-gga, all over that raw
it’s the same old me, still the same og
got that crack music, listen, let your brain od
i be playin’ no key, mе and one of my n-ggas
ridin’ through the city, plott, plotting on some of thе n-ggas
that be thinking they gon’ get me, i’m a runner, you n-ggas
and that’s a couple dead bodies for a couple of n-ggas
she a monster, sitting like a mobster
revolver on my lap, barrel full of black tylens
i l!ck it at your squadron, roll up
like hold up, start spittin’ while i’m drivin’
still often rollin’, you n-ggas better slow up
before you bang the f-ck out
i ain’t let a flame blow your brains all the f-ck out
all over your shirt, since a youngin’ i was buck wild
all up in the dirt, mine screamin’ get the f-ck out
north where i was raised at, south philly i plays at
wherever i’m around, i hold it down like a wave pad
yeah, my n-ggas stay strapped, blazin’ i’m a blaze back
all over that yoke, you get your motherf-ckin’ egg cracked
north side of bird street, a south side of 8 baller
posted by the green gate, cops comin’ straight for him
n-ggas droppin’ tapes on him, tryin’ to get his lock down
slippin’ to the district, that’s enough to get you chopped down
that 9 parabellum, f-ck around and get a n-gga
mama said, bellum, they ain’t ride, man, they tellin’
i be slidin’ with a 7, all titanium
big boy sound, jump around when i’m flamin’ him
me, i play my role, gettin’ hoes like chamberlain
same wall you kiss, the same one that give me cranium
anytime i touch a gun, all i hear is damie
try to pipe me up, the rockin’ n-gga like i’m

- meek mill

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