Hot 97 Freestyle lyrics

by

Stalley


[Meek Mill]

I'm talking that G talk today

[Let it go Freestyle]
Yeah, one thing for sure, two things for certain
Got booked with three bricks, you back home, n*ggas working
Clown ass n*ggas should've put you in the circus
Home of Philly if you get a Benz, n*ggas lurking Churches, hearses, is it really worth it?
If you heard he tellin', why you dapping and conversing?
Lock me in a cell, let me strap up my converses
Before I drop a dime, tell 'em people a lie
Swear to God, when I was 19 I caught my first case
9 co-defendants and snitching wasn't the worst case
Had a hard time giving my name and my birth date But nowadays, n*ggas go to jail and it's an earthquake
They get all shook up
Write a whole book up
Ratting they connect out, telling where they got the hook up
Got a n*gga 20 years talking bout that cook up
Back to the home n*ggas f*cking with and good luck
12 shots of henny to the face got me stood up
Any situation, ask about me and I stood up
Catch you slipping like a transmission ,f*ck your hood up
From my hood, to who? your hood, I'm good, what up, What up!
Nothing though my hunnit high
This mac will leave a n*gga look like Spongebob

Yeah, Uh, Yeah
All I know is Flex, sh*tting on my ex
Bad hoes on my team, di*k 'em down like next
I rock YSL so fresh
Fly as hell no jet
Waves on 360, make that pus*y get so wet
She say I'm c*cky
I say that's not me
She calls me papi
And I say ven aqui
Wrist wear on hockey
Porsche box like Ali
My sneaks they Bally, in my hood I'm prolli, just rolling round in that ghost
Watching out for them folks
Heater on my hip, trunk full of that work
I say, my shooters like Dirk, ten racks and you murk
I put that on your head n*gga, first week and you dead n*gga!
I bottle pop, I model pop
Catch me on them bikes, let the throttle pop
n*ggas know I'm nice, and I got a lot
Like F your corner, I buy the block
This Maybach
We way back
Yeah I was starving, Mr. Payback
This off the top

I got my hustle from Hova, and my stuntin' from Baby
That's why I'm ucking 'em over and my new watch cost me 80k
Got a couple of Rovers, had to drive a Mercedes
I know these suckas don't like me, I'm prolli popping they lady
I got a hundred racks with me now
No computer but I got a Mac on me now
And I'm a shooter, I really clap homie now
And f*ck a jail cuz my n*gga Ross hold me down
I'm skipping bail cuz we in this b*tch
Fresh out the dealership
I just came in the game but I'm killing sh*t
My n*gga Wale

We in the building
We in the building

[Dreams & Nightmares Verse]
Yeah I had a dream like Martin Luther, I was in the Phantom getting brain like a Harvard student
Check my record for the fame ain't really hard to prove it
Went to jail came home to that kitchen just like Martha Stewart
With a Pyrex trynna make a 9 stretch, just was in the yard with lifers working on my biceps
Used to think they all was like us they ain't have my mind set
When I was Mr. Sleep n Working we used to keep my mom set
In to get my son right so he don't live my young life
Cuz I remember some nights I used to hold that gun tight
Middle of the jungle trynna make it to that sunlight
Stillmatic with a pen and a pad, just give me one mic
And I'm gon get richer, they gon get sicker
Why they mad at me? Cuz they ain't in the picture?
Cuz they was on some bullsh*t, when they starting flicking and the cameras started flashing, n*ggas came up missing, ha, hanh

[Stalley]

Black chevelle on them blades boy, Black shades leather jacket like I'm Blade boy
Come through in city life what's the focus boy?
I come through with open doors
6 by 9 through these door panels make a bunch of noise
I'm mobbing on these back streets of city blocks
Middle finger every cop
Every block isn't just everything it's heavy stock
Sweatpants to car dance I'll make that b*tch do the whop
MAN! I'm losing my religion got these angels on my shoulders and they telling me to listen
Our blast is out partner getting lost in my system
They telling me it's devil music and demons have imprisoned
My mind body and soul that I'm traveling down hells road
This strap got no Velcro
So I'm down for whatever, whenever, wherever
Anywhere in hell I go you think I'm scared?
Here's your answer....Hell no

[Meek Mill]

[Acapella Freestyle]
Every night I'm on the road trynna get it how it come
Still finding time just to kick it with my son
I know, n*ggas see them blogs and it's looking like it's fun but, when you out to get that cake you gotta pick up every crumb
Yeah you gotta pick up every crumb
I never thought I'd see the day that I get up out the slums
Did it for my team
Put 'em on some 1's and everyday we sh*ttin' on 'em we the n*ggas with some raws
I was out of control
Block was hot as a stove
I was out with them O's same time the block was Patrol

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