[{"id":12335087,"name":"Meek Mill Outro","trackName":"Meek Mill Outro","artistName":"Meek Mill","albumName":"Real Me 2","duration":41.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Chasing after green gods\nWent from sleeping on the porch to a motherfucking California king-sized\nMomma ain't stressin' she know that its all good\nMy number one goal is to get her out the hood\nNever changed, I be thuggin' hard in my section\nMe and all my dawgs protected by Smith & Wessons\nAny nigga playin' we're comin' in your direction\nLet you know that we ain't flexing, you're quickly goin' get ejected\n\nNiggas want to kill me cause a nigga coming up\nWant to kill 'em, but that shit might really fuck my money up\nFocus on my grind, gotta get the stacks\nTryna leave the streets alone, but they steady calling back\nYou ever seen death around the corner\nChilling on the block and pussy niggas run up on ya\nBusting shells at you and they hotter than a sauna\nIt be hard to think straight when it's a lot of niggas want ya\nMan (man, man, man, man, man)\n\nOk, I've been the king for this rap shit\nStuntin' hard and never had shit\nRemember me with them nappy braids?\nWhen I was down on my last shit?\nBet them niggas wasn't mad then\nTook advantage, I asked them\nFor a shot at this, start laughing\nIt took a year or two and I passed them\nY'all niggas all look like haters\n\nYou ain't even put your dawg on paper\nWord around that you're tricking on bitches\nCatch you with your chain on, I'mma take it\nNow everybody catching these vapors\nNow everybody wants and need favors\nSouthside, NY in Jamaica\nNicki on the bike throw it up, scrape it\nWith 100 niggas hind me\nNorth side down in Philly where you find me\n\nRiding round with a 30 on my lap in a big ass phantom\nI whip the Bentley like a johnny\nWatching out for the 2-11 robbery\nBang motherfucker for the money and the respect\nHit 'em in the head with the stick nigga eject (shit!)\nMore money, more money, more money, mo problems (shit!)\nWhy you think I really went and bought more choppers (shit!)\nMore money, more money, only bringing more robbers (shit!)\nWant to see me in a box, I went Porsche Boxster\n\nShow me some evidence\nNever was better than nor was you relevant\nI'm too competitive\nWalk in the club, get my .3.5.7. in\nMy level on excellent\nI cut the brick like its cards and I shuffle it\nYou told 'em we selling it\nA mouse in the building, I act like an elephant\nWho the fuck just let the devil in\n\nCome to my city, they treat me like president\nAin't got no pity for niggas that's settling\nI had that Lala and Melo was selling them nicks for JR Smith\nNiggas try to kill me, but they all miss\nMy downfall, what they all wish\nHad a lot of homies, but they all switched\nWord up my nigga\n\nI see these haters looking at me like I owe them something\nYou're looking bad, I probably throw you something\nI see you flexing with that money and I know you're frontin'\nI caught cases, never told 'em nothing\n\nI got all these chains and this change on me (we lit!)\nNiggas said I changed, man they changed on me (fuck 'em!)\nMan, it ain't a thang got the thang on me (ah)\nMan I see a clear port plane on me\n\nYou see me coming 'round your corner lookin' like I got a check\nFlew into your city me my niggas on the jet\nBallin' every time I take a shot, I hit the net\nAnd every day niggas want the money for respect\nI ain't trippin' I got money, clothes, car, hoes\nShoppin' 'til the mall close\nLord knows, I could fit a brick up in these cargos (oh, oh, oh)\nI don't fuck with niggas 'cause they all told\n\nWorry 'bout another nigga money like they all hoes (whoa)\nI'm just with my niggas spinning hella blocks\nBad bitch on all my Banshee, I'm like twelve o'clock\nVroom, vroom, I might do a hundred block\nIn the back hundred niggas deep and we like fuck the cops\nI see these haters looking at me like I owe them something\nYou're looking bad, I probably throw you something\n\nI see you flexing with that money and I know you're frontin' (whoa)\nI caught cases, never told 'em nothing\nGot all these chains and this change on me (ah)\nNiggas said I changed man they changed on me (ah)\nMan, it ain't a thang got the thang on me (ah)\nMan a see a clear port plane on me, slide\n\nWhat's your grandma name\nWhat's your gr-gr-grandma name, grandma name\nWhat's your grandma name\nWhat's my grandma name\n\nI see these haters looking at me like I owe them something\nYou're looking bad, I probably throw you something\nI see you flexing with that money and I know you're frontin' (know you're frontin')\nI caught cases, never told 'em nothing (told 'em nothing)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Meek Mill Outro\n  artist: Meek Mill\n  album: Real Me 2\n  duration_ms: 41000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Chasing after green gods\n  Went from sleeping on the porch to a motherfucking California king-sized\n  Momma ain't stressin' she know that its all good\n  My number one goal is to get her out the hood\n  Never changed, I be thuggin' hard in my section\n  Me and all my dawgs protected by Smith & Wessons\n  Any nigga playin' we're comin' in your direction\n  Let you know that we ain't flexing, you're quickly goin' get ejected\n\n  Niggas want to kill me cause a nigga coming up\n  Want to kill 'em, but that shit might really fuck my money up\n  Focus on my grind, gotta get the stacks\n  Tryna leave the streets alone, but they steady calling back\n  You ever seen death around the corner\n  Chilling on the block and pussy niggas run up on ya\n  Busting shells at you and they hotter than a sauna\n  It be hard to think straight when it's a lot of niggas want ya\n  Man (man, man, man, man, man)\n\n  Ok, I've been the king for this rap shit\n  Stuntin' hard and never had shit\n  Remember me with them nappy braids?\n  When I was down on my last shit?\n  Bet them niggas wasn't mad then\n  Took advantage, I asked them\n  For a shot at this, start laughing\n  It took a year or two and I passed them\n  Y'all niggas all look like haters\n\n  You ain't even put your dawg on paper\n  Word around that you're tricking on bitches\n  Catch you with your chain on, I'mma take it\n  Now everybody catching these vapors\n  Now everybody wants and need favors\n  Southside, NY in Jamaica\n  Nicki on the bike throw it up, scrape it\n  With 100 niggas hind me\n  North side down in Philly where you find me\n\n  Riding round with a 30 on my lap in a big ass phantom\n  I whip the Bentley like a johnny\n  Watching out for the 2-11 robbery\n  Bang motherfucker for the money and the respect\n  Hit 'em in the head with the stick nigga eject (shit!)\n  More money, more money, more money, mo problems (shit!)\n  Why you think I really went and bought more choppers (shit!)\n  More money, more money, only bringing more robbers (shit!)\n  Want to see me in a box, I went Porsche Boxster\n\n  Show me some evidence\n  Never was better than nor was you relevant\n  I'm too competitive\n  Walk in the club, get my .3.5.7. in\n  My level on excellent\n  I cut the brick like its cards and I shuffle it\n  You told 'em we selling it\n  A mouse in the building, I act like an elephant\n  Who the fuck just let the devil in\n\n  Come to my city, they treat me like president\n  Ain't got no pity for niggas that's settling\n  I had that Lala and Melo was selling them nicks for JR Smith\n  Niggas try to kill me, but they all miss\n  My downfall, what they all wish\n  Had a lot of homies, but they all switched\n  Word up my nigga\n\n  I see these haters looking at me like I owe them something\n  You're looking bad, I probably throw you something\n  I see you flexing with that money and I know you're frontin'\n  I caught cases, never told 'em nothing\n\n  I got all these chains and this change on me (we lit!)\n  Niggas said I changed, man they changed on me (fuck 'em!)\n  Man, it ain't a thang got the thang on me (ah)\n  Man I see a clear port plane on me\n\n  You see me coming 'round your corner lookin' like I got a check\n  Flew into your city me my niggas on the jet\n  Ballin' every time I take a shot, I hit the net\n  And every day niggas want the money for respect\n  I ain't trippin' I got money, clothes, car, hoes\n  Shoppin' 'til the mall close\n  Lord knows, I could fit a brick up in these cargos (oh, oh, oh)\n  I don't fuck with niggas 'cause they all told\n\n  Worry 'bout another nigga money like they all hoes (whoa)\n  I'm just with my niggas spinning hella blocks\n  Bad bitch on all my Banshee, I'm like twelve o'clock\n  Vroom, vroom, I might do a hundred block\n  In the back hundred niggas deep and we like fuck the cops\n  I see these haters looking at me like I owe them something\n  You're looking bad, I probably throw you something\n\n  I see you flexing with that money and I know you're frontin' (whoa)\n  I caught cases, never told 'em nothing\n  Got all these chains and this change on me (ah)\n  Niggas said I changed man they changed on me (ah)\n  Man, it ain't a thang got the thang on me (ah)\n  Man a see a clear port plane on me, slide\n\n  What's your grandma name\n  What's your gr-gr-grandma name, grandma name\n  What's your grandma name\n  What's my grandma name\n\n  I see these haters looking at me like I owe them something\n  You're looking bad, I probably throw you something\n  I see you flexing with that money and I know you're frontin' (know you're frontin')\n  I caught cases, never told 'em nothing (told 'em nothing)\n"},{"id":6099823,"name":"Meek Mill Outro","trackName":"Meek Mill Outro","artistName":"Meek Mill","albumName":"The Real Me Pt. 2","duration":41.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Chasing after green gods\nWent from sleeping on the porch to a motherfucking California king-sized\nMomma ain't stressin' she know that its all good\nMy number one goal is to get her out the hood\nNever changed, I be thuggin' hard in my section\nMe and all my dawgs protected by Smith & Wessons\nAny nigga playin' we're comin' in your direction\nLet you know that we ain't flexing, you're quickly goin' get ejected\n\nNiggas want to kill me cause a nigga coming up\nWant to kill 'em, but that shit might really fuck my money up\nFocus on my grind, gotta get the stacks\nTryna leave the streets alone, but they steady calling back\nYou ever seen death around the corner\nChilling on the block and pussy niggas run up on ya\nBusting shells at you and they hotter than a sauna\nIt be hard to think straight when it's a lot of niggas want ya\nMan (man, man, man, man, man)\n\nOk, I've been the king for this rap shit\nStuntin' hard and never had shit\nRemember me with them nappy braids?\nWhen I was down on my last shit?\nBet them niggas wasn't mad then\nTook advantage, I asked them\nFor a shot at this, start laughing\nIt took a year or two and I passed them\nY'all niggas all look like haters\n\nYou ain't even put your dawg on paper\nWord around that you're tricking on bitches\nCatch you with your chain on, I'mma take it\nNow everybody catching these vapors\nNow everybody wants and need favors\nSouthside, NY in Jamaica\nNicki on the bike throw it up, scrape it\nWith 100 niggas hind me\nNorth side down in Philly where you find me\n\nRiding round with a 30 on my lap in a big ass phantom\nI whip the Bentley like a johnny\nWatching out for the 2-11 robbery\nBang motherfucker for the money and the respect\nHit 'em in the head with the stick nigga eject (shit!)\nMore money, more money, more money, mo problems (shit!)\nWhy you think I really went and bought more choppers (shit!)\nMore money, more money, only bringing more robbers (shit!)\nWant to see me in a box, I went Porsche Boxster\n\nShow me some evidence\nNever was better than nor was you relevant\nI'm too competitive\nWalk in the club, get my .3.5.7. in\nMy level on excellent\nI cut the brick like its cards and I shuffle it\nYou told 'em we selling it\nA mouse in the building, I act like an elephant\nWho the fuck just let the devil in\n\nCome to my city, they treat me like president\nAin't got no pity for niggas that's settling\nI had that Lala and Melo was selling them nicks for JR Smith\nNiggas try to kill me, but they all miss\nMy downfall, what they all wish\nHad a lot of homies, but they all switched\nWord up my nigga\n\nI see these haters looking at me like I owe them something\nYou're looking bad, I probably throw you something\nI see you flexing with that money and I know you're frontin'\nI caught cases, never told 'em nothing\n\nI got all these chains and this change on me (we lit!)\nNiggas said I changed, man they changed on me (fuck 'em!)\nMan, it ain't a thang got the thang on me (ah)\nMan I see a clear port plane on me\n\nYou see me coming 'round your corner lookin' like I got a check\nFlew into your city me my niggas on the jet\nBallin' every time I take a shot, I hit the net\nAnd every day niggas want the money for respect\nI ain't trippin' I got money, clothes, car, hoes\nShoppin' 'til the mall close\nLord knows, I could fit a brick up in these cargos (oh, oh, oh)\nI don't fuck with niggas 'cause they all told\n\nWorry 'bout another nigga money like they all hoes (whoa)\nI'm just with my niggas spinning hella blocks\nBad bitch on all my Banshee, I'm like twelve o'clock\nVroom, vroom, I might do a hundred block\nIn the back hundred niggas deep and we like fuck the cops\nI see these haters looking at me like I owe them something\nYou're looking bad, I probably throw you something\n\nI see you flexing with that money and I know you're frontin' (whoa)\nI caught cases, never told 'em nothing\nGot all these chains and this change on me (ah)\nNiggas said I changed man they changed on me (ah)\nMan, it ain't a thang got the thang on me (ah)\nMan a see a clear port plane on me, slide\n\nWhat's your grandma name\nWhat's your gr-gr-grandma name, grandma name\nWhat's your grandma name\nWhat's my grandma name\n\nI see these haters looking at me like I owe them something\nYou're looking bad, I probably throw you something\nI see you flexing with that money and I know you're frontin' (know you're frontin')\nI caught cases, never told 'em nothing (told 'em nothing)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Meek Mill Outro\n  artist: Meek Mill\n  album: The Real Me Pt. 2\n  duration_ms: 41000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Chasing after green gods\n  Went from sleeping on the porch to a motherfucking California king-sized\n  Momma ain't stressin' she know that its all good\n  My number one goal is to get her out the hood\n  Never changed, I be thuggin' hard in my section\n  Me and all my dawgs protected by Smith & Wessons\n  Any nigga playin' we're comin' in your direction\n  Let you know that we ain't flexing, you're quickly goin' get ejected\n\n  Niggas want to kill me cause a nigga coming up\n  Want to kill 'em, but that shit might really fuck my money up\n  Focus on my grind, gotta get the stacks\n  Tryna leave the streets alone, but they steady calling back\n  You ever seen death around the corner\n  Chilling on the block and pussy niggas run up on ya\n  Busting shells at you and they hotter than a sauna\n  It be hard to think straight when it's a lot of niggas want ya\n  Man (man, man, man, man, man)\n\n  Ok, I've been the king for this rap shit\n  Stuntin' hard and never had shit\n  Remember me with them nappy braids?\n  When I was down on my last shit?\n  Bet them niggas wasn't mad then\n  Took advantage, I asked them\n  For a shot at this, start laughing\n  It took a year or two and I passed them\n  Y'all niggas all look like haters\n\n  You ain't even put your dawg on paper\n  Word around that you're tricking on bitches\n  Catch you with your chain on, I'mma take it\n  Now everybody catching these vapors\n  Now everybody wants and need favors\n  Southside, NY in Jamaica\n  Nicki on the bike throw it up, scrape it\n  With 100 niggas hind me\n  North side down in Philly where you find me\n\n  Riding round with a 30 on my lap in a big ass phantom\n  I whip the Bentley like a johnny\n  Watching out for the 2-11 robbery\n  Bang motherfucker for the money and the respect\n  Hit 'em in the head with the stick nigga eject (shit!)\n  More money, more money, more money, mo problems (shit!)\n  Why you think I really went and bought more choppers (shit!)\n  More money, more money, only bringing more robbers (shit!)\n  Want to see me in a box, I went Porsche Boxster\n\n  Show me some evidence\n  Never was better than nor was you relevant\n  I'm too competitive\n  Walk in the club, get my .3.5.7. in\n  My level on excellent\n  I cut the brick like its cards and I shuffle it\n  You told 'em we selling it\n  A mouse in the building, I act like an elephant\n  Who the fuck just let the devil in\n\n  Come to my city, they treat me like president\n  Ain't got no pity for niggas that's settling\n  I had that Lala and Melo was selling them nicks for JR Smith\n  Niggas try to kill me, but they all miss\n  My downfall, what they all wish\n  Had a lot of homies, but they all switched\n  Word up my nigga\n\n  I see these haters looking at me like I owe them something\n  You're looking bad, I probably throw you something\n  I see you flexing with that money and I know you're frontin'\n  I caught cases, never told 'em nothing\n\n  I got all these chains and this change on me (we lit!)\n  Niggas said I changed, man they changed on me (fuck 'em!)\n  Man, it ain't a thang got the thang on me (ah)\n  Man I see a clear port plane on me\n\n  You see me coming 'round your corner lookin' like I got a check\n  Flew into your city me my niggas on the jet\n  Ballin' every time I take a shot, I hit the net\n  And every day niggas want the money for respect\n  I ain't trippin' I got money, clothes, car, hoes\n  Shoppin' 'til the mall close\n  Lord knows, I could fit a brick up in these cargos (oh, oh, oh)\n  I don't fuck with niggas 'cause they all told\n\n  Worry 'bout another nigga money like they all hoes (whoa)\n  I'm just with my niggas spinning hella blocks\n  Bad bitch on all my Banshee, I'm like twelve o'clock\n  Vroom, vroom, I might do a hundred block\n  In the back hundred niggas deep and we like fuck the cops\n  I see these haters looking at me like I owe them something\n  You're looking bad, I probably throw you something\n\n  I see you flexing with that money and I know you're frontin' (whoa)\n  I caught cases, never told 'em nothing\n  Got all these chains and this change on me (ah)\n  Niggas said I changed man they changed on me (ah)\n  Man, it ain't a thang got the thang on me (ah)\n  Man a see a clear port plane on me, slide\n\n  What's your grandma name\n  What's your gr-gr-grandma name, grandma name\n  What's your grandma name\n  What's my grandma name\n\n  I see these haters looking at me like I owe them something\n  You're looking bad, I probably throw you something\n  I see you flexing with that money and I know you're frontin' (know you're frontin')\n  I caught cases, never told 'em nothing (told 'em nothing)\n"},{"id":6099830,"name":"Meek Mill Speaks, Pt. 1","trackName":"Meek Mill Speaks, Pt. 1","artistName":"Meek Mill","albumName":"The Real Me","duration":12.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Counting all this money with my brothers\nI've been counting all this money with my brothers\nAnd I'mma get money motherfucker\nLook at these at all these young niggas flexing from the bottom, flexing from the bottom\nWe just want the money the respect and all the power\nThe money and the power fucking up a check\nCheck, check, check, check\nCheck, check, check, check\nCheck, check, check, check\nThese bitches fucking for a check\nCheck, check, check, check\nCheck, check, check, check\nCheck, check, check, check\nLook at these at all these young niggas flexing from the bottom\nJumping out them Rari's nigga do we have a problem\nThey say we ain't bout it wonder why they never tried us\nWe be flexing on the bitches and be cutting on the robbers\nFucking up them 36's with 30 bitches\nNo love for them dirty niggas we pouring liquor\nThe way we ball they know we richer\nI feel like Richard\nPorter on Paid in Full Get that G like 30 Picture\nLook at all these young niggas, looking like we robbed the plug nigga\nI only shop if its in blood nigga\nAnd hold that chopper like its a grudge nigga\nLook at these at all these young niggas flexing from the bottom, flexing from the bottom\nWe just want the money the respect and all the power\nThe money and the power fucking up a check\nCheck, check, check, check\nCheck, check, check, check\nCheck, check, check, check\nThese bitches fucking for a check\nCheck, check, check, check\nCheck, check, check, check\nCheck, check, check, check\nCount up that money they know we balling for sure\nWe stack them fifties and hundreds and leave the ones on the floor\nI tell her get what you wanted I bet she coming for sure\nThem bad bitches be flocking soon as we come in the door\nYoung Philly nigga fuck a check up on your main ho\nBusting down the Rollie diamond dealing like a rainbow\nI do what I want to I go places that you can't go\nLeaning in my motherfucking Phantom like a can go\nI fuck all my bitches on the jet, jet, jet, jet\nYou fuck all your hoes and pay a check, check, check, check\nShe could bless the kid out of respect, pect, pect, pect\nLet her count the money now she wet, wet, wet, wet\nLook at these at all these young niggas flexing from the bottom, flexing from the bottom\nWe just want the money the respect and all the power\nThe money and the power fucking up a check\nCheck, check, check, check\nCheck, check, check, check\nCheck, check, check, check\nThese bitches fucking for a check\nCheck, check, check, check\nCheck, check, check, check\nCheck, check, check, check\nLook at all these young niggas, drug dealers\nLookin' like we came up on the plug nigga\nPick that fuck that check up in the club\nAnd then buy your bitch a bag straight out of love nigga\nI'm talking young niggas, drug dealers\nSwerving in the Phantom sipping mud nigga\nThis the hit they love nigga\nLook at these at all these young niggas flexing from the bottom, flexing from the bottom\nWe just want the money the respect and all the power\nThe money and the power fucking up a check\nCheck, check, check, check\nCheck, check, check, check\nCheck, check, check, check\nThese bitches fucking for a check\nCheck, check, check, check\nCheck, check, check, check\nCheck, check, check, check","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Meek Mill Speaks, Pt. 1\n  artist: Meek Mill\n  album: The Real Me\n  duration_ms: 12000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Counting all this money with my brothers\n  I've been counting all this money with my brothers\n  And I'mma get money motherfucker\n  Look at these at all these young niggas flexing from the bottom, flexing from the bottom\n  We just want the money the respect and all the power\n  The money and the power fucking up a check\n  Check, check, check, check\n  Check, check, check, check\n  Check, check, check, check\n  These bitches fucking for a check\n  Check, check, check, check\n  Check, check, check, check\n  Check, check, check, check\n  Look at these at all these young niggas flexing from the bottom\n  Jumping out them Rari's nigga do we have a problem\n  They say we ain't bout it wonder why they never tried us\n  We be flexing on the bitches and be cutting on the robbers\n  Fucking up them 36's with 30 bitches\n  No love for them dirty niggas we pouring liquor\n  The way we ball they know we richer\n  I feel like Richard\n  Porter on Paid in Full Get that G like 30 Picture\n  Look at all these young niggas, looking like we robbed the plug nigga\n  I only shop if its in blood nigga\n  And hold that chopper like its a grudge nigga\n  Look at these at all these young niggas flexing from the bottom, flexing from the bottom\n  We just want the money the respect and all the power\n  The money and the power fucking up a check\n  Check, check, check, check\n  Check, check, check, check\n  Check, check, check, check\n  These bitches fucking for a check\n  Check, check, check, check\n  Check, check, check, check\n  Check, check, check, check\n  Count up that money they know we balling for sure\n  We stack them fifties and hundreds and leave the ones on the floor\n  I tell her get what you wanted I bet she coming for sure\n  Them bad bitches be flocking soon as we come in the door\n  Young Philly nigga fuck a check up on your main ho\n  Busting down the Rollie diamond dealing like a rainbow\n  I do what I want to I go places that you can't go\n  Leaning in my motherfucking Phantom like a can go\n  I fuck all my bitches on the jet, jet, jet, jet\n  You fuck all your hoes and pay a check, check, check, check\n  She could bless the kid out of respect, pect, pect, pect\n  Let her count the money now she wet, wet, wet, wet\n  Look at these at all these young niggas flexing from the bottom, flexing from the bottom\n  We just want the money the respect and all the power\n  The money and the power fucking up a check\n  Check, check, check, check\n  Check, check, check, check\n  Check, check, check, check\n  These bitches fucking for a check\n  Check, check, check, check\n  Check, check, check, check\n  Check, check, check, check\n  Look at all these young niggas, drug dealers\n  Lookin' like we came up on the plug nigga\n  Pick that fuck that check up in the club\n  And then buy your bitch a bag straight out of love nigga\n  I'm talking young niggas, drug dealers\n  Swerving in the Phantom sipping mud nigga\n  This the hit they love nigga\n  Look at these at all these young niggas flexing from the bottom, flexing from the bottom\n  We just want the money the respect and all the power\n  The money and the power fucking up a check\n  Check, check, check, check\n  Check, check, check, check\n  Check, check, check, check\n  These bitches fucking for a check\n  Check, check, check, check\n  Check, check, check, check\n  Check, check, check, check\n"},{"id":6099843,"name":"Meek Mill Speaks, Pt. 4","trackName":"Meek Mill Speaks, Pt. 4","artistName":"Meek Mill","albumName":"The Real Me","duration":8.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"BH, flamers\nYa you, you bitch ass nigga\nYou know how we do\nBlood gang sucker\n\nThis is where the game stops\nWhen my hammer to your head and that chain pop\nI had them carry you to bed when that thing chopped\nFlame chopped brains dropped on the same block\nWhere your mains watched\nThem niggas pussies, I catch them in the same spot\nDifferent day, same Glock\nSunny weather, rain shots\nWe live by the day, run with metal sling shots\nArm ready fire squeeze make his whole body freeze\nHow many niggas down to ride I want to know\nWhen this time to catch that body who gon' say they want to go\nMatter fact, I don't care put that 40 on my belt\nOn the mission for that man 'til I turn him into dust\nWhat, I flow haze burning in the dust\nYou more like regular burning in a blunt\nI'm hotter than I ever was burning what I want\nAny track come on, every single one\nNow back to that real shit how niggas get done\nDirty in the field, that's why its thirty in there still\nAll I really need me is a birdy and a wheel\nQuick fast sell four shit, stash in the door shit\nSuper dirty cops come, gas to the floor shit\nDouble pipe, [?] flash like a [?]\nBlood gang who we are, y'all niggas bullshit\nWe live upon money murder, robin' extortion\nRiding and torching, anything that's in the way\nGoing through it blowing on I could die any day\nBut I ride any way, this is that crack music\nCan't feel my face what he say wind it back music","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Meek Mill Speaks, Pt. 4\n  artist: Meek Mill\n  album: The Real Me\n  duration_ms: 8000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  BH, flamers\n  Ya you, you bitch ass nigga\n  You know how we do\n  Blood gang sucker\n\n  This is where the game stops\n  When my hammer to your head and that chain pop\n  I had them carry you to bed when that thing chopped\n  Flame chopped brains dropped on the same block\n  Where your mains watched\n  Them niggas pussies, I catch them in the same spot\n  Different day, same Glock\n  Sunny weather, rain shots\n  We live by the day, run with metal sling shots\n  Arm ready fire squeeze make his whole body freeze\n  How many niggas down to ride I want to know\n  When this time to catch that body who gon' say they want to go\n  Matter fact, I don't care put that 40 on my belt\n  On the mission for that man 'til I turn him into dust\n  What, I flow haze burning in the dust\n  You more like regular burning in a blunt\n  I'm hotter than I ever was burning what I want\n  Any track come on, every single one\n  Now back to that real shit how niggas get done\n  Dirty in the field, that's why its thirty in there still\n  All I really need me is a birdy and a wheel\n  Quick fast sell four shit, stash in the door shit\n  Super dirty cops come, gas to the floor shit\n  Double pipe, [?] flash like a [?]\n  Blood gang who we are, y'all niggas bullshit\n  We live upon money murder, robin' extortion\n  Riding and torching, anything that's in the way\n  Going through it blowing on I could die any day\n  But I ride any way, this is that crack music\n  Can't feel my face what he say wind it back music\n"},{"id":12335571,"name":"Real Me","trackName":"Real Me","artistName":"Meek Mill","albumName":"Real Me 2","duration":138.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I said I used to get high, Just to get by\nCouldn't Deal with my reality, Was livin' in a lie\nSometimes I asked God is we livin' just to die\nConversations with my dad, And he livin' in the sky\nI think am I goin' crazy? Or is this shit forreal\nThe spirit of a nigga who will or is appealed\nFightin' to see the light and I'm fightin' to keep it real\nLike a nigga with no lawyer I'm ready to take a deal\nGot me feelin' like Khaled, Cause all I do is win\nI don't practice no religion, Cause all I do is sin\nI don't even write it down, I'm just spittin' out what's in\nI don't celebrate for victory man all I do is grin\nUh, Shit I ain't braggin' I don't boast\nBut when it come to bread fuck a slice I need a loaf\nAnd a little bit of toast just to keep the haters off me\nMan I do this for my city, All the niggas waitin on me\n\nLook into my eyes, Tell me what you see\nYoungin' full of pride, Tendencies of a G\nI never gave a fuck what ya' heard about me\nNever told, Never sold my soul nigga this is me\n\nI'm a family man, Don't you ever cross that line where my family stand\nI send them boys to come and get you in that family van\nCold shooters that love them hammers like Yosemite Sam\nI'm from a hood where these niggas scared to dream at\nFuck the money they wanna' kno where the lean at\nThey make ya' lean back, I'm talkin fade-away\nMike Jordan, Gettin' it ain't important\nHow can I forfeit, Niggas makin' a fortune\nLivin' in fortresses, Gettin' it on some corporate shit\nGo hard or go home and this the orphanage\nSame niggas that I grew up I be often with\nSmall circle 'cause niggas a murk you\nMost of the time it's niggas that know, But my niggas is purple\nHearted, I seen the snakes before they even started\nCaught em, And the was dearly departed","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Real Me\n  artist: Meek Mill\n  album: Real Me 2\n  duration_ms: 138000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I said I used to get high, Just to get by\n  Couldn't Deal with my reality, Was livin' in a lie\n  Sometimes I asked God is we livin' just to die\n  Conversations with my dad, And he livin' in the sky\n  I think am I goin' crazy? Or is this shit forreal\n  The spirit of a nigga who will or is appealed\n  Fightin' to see the light and I'm fightin' to keep it real\n  Like a nigga with no lawyer I'm ready to take a deal\n  Got me feelin' like Khaled, Cause all I do is win\n  I don't practice no religion, Cause all I do is sin\n  I don't even write it down, I'm just spittin' out what's in\n  I don't celebrate for victory man all I do is grin\n  Uh, Shit I ain't braggin' I don't boast\n  But when it come to bread fuck a slice I need a loaf\n  And a little bit of toast just to keep the haters off me\n  Man I do this for my city, All the niggas waitin on me\n\n  Look into my eyes, Tell me what you see\n  Youngin' full of pride, Tendencies of a G\n  I never gave a fuck what ya' heard about me\n  Never told, Never sold my soul nigga this is me\n\n  I'm a family man, Don't you ever cross that line where my family stand\n  I send them boys to come and get you in that family van\n  Cold shooters that love them hammers like Yosemite Sam\n  I'm from a hood where these niggas scared to dream at\n  Fuck the money they wanna' kno where the lean at\n  They make ya' lean back, I'm talkin fade-away\n  Mike Jordan, Gettin' it ain't important\n  How can I forfeit, Niggas makin' a fortune\n  Livin' in fortresses, Gettin' it on some corporate shit\n  Go hard or go home and this the orphanage\n  Same niggas that I grew up I be often with\n  Small circle 'cause niggas a murk you\n  Most of the time it's niggas that know, But my niggas is purple\n  Hearted, I seen the snakes before they even started\n  Caught em, And the was dearly departed\n"},{"id":30776754,"name":"Real Me","trackName":"Real Me","artistName":"Meek Mill","albumName":"The Real Me 2","duration":138.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I said I used to get high, Just to get by\nCouldn't Deal with my reality, Was livin' in a lie\nSometimes I asked God is we livin' just to die\nConversations with my dad, And he livin' in the sky\nI think am I goin' crazy? Or is this shit forreal\nThe spirit of a nigga who will or is appealed\nFightin' to see the light and I'm fightin' to keep it real\nLike a nigga with no lawyer I'm ready to take a deal\nGot me feelin' like Khaled, Cause all I do is win\nI don't practice no religion, Cause all I do is sin\nI don't even write it down, I'm just spittin' out what's in\nI don't celebrate for victory man all I do is grin\nUh, Shit I ain't braggin' I don't boast\nBut when it come to bread fuck a slice I need a loaf\nAnd a little bit of toast just to keep the haters off me\nMan I do this for my city, All the niggas waitin on me\n\nLook into my eyes, Tell me what you see\nYoungin' full of pride, Tendencies of a G\nI never gave a fuck what ya' heard about me\nNever told, Never sold my soul nigga this is me\n\nI'm a family man, Don't you ever cross that line where my family stand\nI send them boys to come and get you in that family van\nCold shooters that love them hammers like Yosemite Sam\nI'm from a hood where these niggas scared to dream at\nFuck the money they wanna' kno where the lean at\nThey make ya' lean back, I'm talkin fade-away\nMike Jordan, Gettin' it ain't important\nHow can I forfeit, Niggas makin' a fortune\nLivin' in fortresses, Gettin' it on some corporate shit\nGo hard or go home and this the orphanage\nSame niggas that I grew up I be often with\nSmall circle 'cause niggas a murk you\nMost of the time it's niggas that know, But my niggas is purple\nHearted, I seen the snakes before they even started\nCaught em, And the was dearly departed","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Real Me\n  artist: Meek Mill\n  album: The Real Me 2\n  duration_ms: 138000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I said I used to get high, Just to get by\n  Couldn't Deal with my reality, Was livin' in a lie\n  Sometimes I asked God is we livin' just to die\n  Conversations with my dad, And he livin' in the sky\n  I think am I goin' crazy? Or is this shit forreal\n  The spirit of a nigga who will or is appealed\n  Fightin' to see the light and I'm fightin' to keep it real\n  Like a nigga with no lawyer I'm ready to take a deal\n  Got me feelin' like Khaled, Cause all I do is win\n  I don't practice no religion, Cause all I do is sin\n  I don't even write it down, I'm just spittin' out what's in\n  I don't celebrate for victory man all I do is grin\n  Uh, Shit I ain't braggin' I don't boast\n  But when it come to bread fuck a slice I need a loaf\n  And a little bit of toast just to keep the haters off me\n  Man I do this for my city, All the niggas waitin on me\n\n  Look into my eyes, Tell me what you see\n  Youngin' full of pride, Tendencies of a G\n  I never gave a fuck what ya' heard about me\n  Never told, Never sold my soul nigga this is me\n\n  I'm a family man, Don't you ever cross that line where my family stand\n  I send them boys to come and get you in that family van\n  Cold shooters that love them hammers like Yosemite Sam\n  I'm from a hood where these niggas scared to dream at\n  Fuck the money they wanna' kno where the lean at\n  They make ya' lean back, I'm talkin fade-away\n  Mike Jordan, Gettin' it ain't important\n  How can I forfeit, Niggas makin' a fortune\n  Livin' in fortresses, Gettin' it on some corporate shit\n  Go hard or go home and this the orphanage\n  Same niggas that I grew up I be often with\n  Small circle 'cause niggas a murk you\n  Most of the time it's niggas that know, But my niggas is purple\n  Hearted, I seen the snakes before they even started\n  Caught em, And the was dearly departed\n"},{"id":6100037,"name":"The Real Me","trackName":"The Real Me","artistName":"Meek Mill","albumName":"The Real Me","duration":123.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"All I wanted was a new Mercedes\nBending off the corner whipping out the lot, I got it\nWomen love me but the niggas hate it\n\nBut how can I lose when I came from the bottom?\nLord knows\nNigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows\nNigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows\n\nNigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows\n\nUh, Lord knows I'm filthy rich\nAll this ice is like 50 bricks\nRap niggas throwing hissy fits\nI give my bitch a stack just for a Christmas gift\nAnd my bitch so bad, she on my Christmas list\n'Member I prayed, really I wished for this\nTo get the crib with the maid and with the picket fence\nI'm with some niggas that mad, we taking risks for this\nI'm talking risky business, flick the wrist\nLord knows that I repent for this\nBut Lord knows if I get penned for this\nI prolly won't get home until I'm 56\nThey say I'm the Messiah, you rappers is liars\nI sign up at church just to rap at the choir\nTo spit my new verse at your wake while you're lying\nThe middle of the church have you wake, no I'm lying\nI just came from jail, ain't do no crying\nThey put me through hell, sharpened my iron\nI did my push-ups and I roared with the lions\nLike hold up, from balling I'm tired\nI'm back in this bitch and I'm back on my shit\nMan they tell me be humble, I'm cocky as hell\nShout out my bitches that answered my calls\nWhen I called you collect cause it got me through hell\nShout out that judge that denied me my bail\nIt made me smarter and made me go harder\nThey locked me up and slowed my album up\nBut I did not give up cause I knew I would prevail\nCame in the game, Philly as shit\nLook at these rappers, they silly as shit\nI do not know why they be gassing these suckers\nBut fuck 'em cause I am not feeling their shit\nDifference between me and most of these rappers\nI'm talking about work that I really put in\nTalking about pistols I put on my hip\nAnd I'm talking about foreigns I really could whip\nThat I really done drove\n\nReally was froze in my hood and these bitches I really did hit\nReally was chose, came up from nothing\nAnd now they like, \"How he made millions so quick?\"\nI'm in the back and it feel like a sofa\n\nI done seen bitches I'm fuckin' on Oprah\nIn my new mansion I feel like I'm Sosa\nA brick on the table ain't sniffing no coca, no way\n\nAll I wanted was a new Mercedes\nBending off the corner, whipping out the lot, I got it\nWomen love me but the niggas hate it\nBut how can I lose when I came from the bottom?\n\nLord knows\nNigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows\nNigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows\nNigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows\n\nUh, niggas can't see me with binoculars on\nBack of the Maybach, shottas on\nAnd all my niggas keep choppers on\nDon't reach round me, that's a chopper zone\nEvery time you be on count, what the topic on?\n250 thou what I dropped it on\nSee y'all think it's a game 'til FOX be on\nCNN, momma picking out boxes for 'em\nI want everything, got my own boxers on\nOwn headphones to get my popping on\nI got my own Pumas that I designed 'em for 'em\nStick and moving on these niggas, get my boxing on\nAll I ever hear from niggas is what they prolly doing\nBut they be really talkin' 'bout what I be doing\nAll black Rottweiler, that Givenchy on\nDrop top Rolls Royce but the top is on\nAnd the windows down like see y'all later\nMirror tint on that bitch so you could see y'all hating\nChampagne cork pop like we all made it\nYa'll looking from the sideline we all hate it\nMoney don't make it real\nDon't give a fuck if its 80 mil, pussy\nAnd just cause you got a Bentley\nThat Bentley won't make you thorough, pussy\nStill hating me from my city\n\nI'm thinking is they for real, pussies\nCause all I got to say is kill\nThey'll come in like Navy Seals\nThat's word to my momma, I promise I ain't doing no block\nAnd we shoot at you robbers and kill all you fuck niggas talking\n\nLately I've been on this money\nDon't run it back up just to come and put you in a coffin\nI heard you said you was running this city\nI seen you in traffic and you was just walking\nNiggas be popping that shit like they with it\nWhen niggas start hitting all you did was talk it, you pussy\n\nAll I wanted was a new Mercedes\nBending off the corner, whipping out the lot, I got it\nWomen love me but the niggas hate it\nBut how can I lose when I came from the bottom?\nLord knows\nNigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows\nNigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows\nNigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Real Me\n  artist: Meek Mill\n  album: The Real Me\n  duration_ms: 123000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  All I wanted was a new Mercedes\n  Bending off the corner whipping out the lot, I got it\n  Women love me but the niggas hate it\n\n  But how can I lose when I came from the bottom?\n  Lord knows\n  Nigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows\n  Nigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows\n\n  Nigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows\n\n  Uh, Lord knows I'm filthy rich\n  All this ice is like 50 bricks\n  Rap niggas throwing hissy fits\n  I give my bitch a stack just for a Christmas gift\n  And my bitch so bad, she on my Christmas list\n  'Member I prayed, really I wished for this\n  To get the crib with the maid and with the picket fence\n  I'm with some niggas that mad, we taking risks for this\n  I'm talking risky business, flick the wrist\n  Lord knows that I repent for this\n  But Lord knows if I get penned for this\n  I prolly won't get home until I'm 56\n  They say I'm the Messiah, you rappers is liars\n  I sign up at church just to rap at the choir\n  To spit my new verse at your wake while you're lying\n  The middle of the church have you wake, no I'm lying\n  I just came from jail, ain't do no crying\n  They put me through hell, sharpened my iron\n  I did my push-ups and I roared with the lions\n  Like hold up, from balling I'm tired\n  I'm back in this bitch and I'm back on my shit\n  Man they tell me be humble, I'm cocky as hell\n  Shout out my bitches that answered my calls\n  When I called you collect cause it got me through hell\n  Shout out that judge that denied me my bail\n  It made me smarter and made me go harder\n  They locked me up and slowed my album up\n  But I did not give up cause I knew I would prevail\n  Came in the game, Philly as shit\n  Look at these rappers, they silly as shit\n  I do not know why they be gassing these suckers\n  But fuck 'em cause I am not feeling their shit\n  Difference between me and most of these rappers\n  I'm talking about work that I really put in\n  Talking about pistols I put on my hip\n  And I'm talking about foreigns I really could whip\n  That I really done drove\n\n  Really was froze in my hood and these bitches I really did hit\n  Really was chose, came up from nothing\n  And now they like, \"How he made millions so quick?\"\n  I'm in the back and it feel like a sofa\n\n  I done seen bitches I'm fuckin' on Oprah\n  In my new mansion I feel like I'm Sosa\n  A brick on the table ain't sniffing no coca, no way\n\n  All I wanted was a new Mercedes\n  Bending off the corner, whipping out the lot, I got it\n  Women love me but the niggas hate it\n  But how can I lose when I came from the bottom?\n\n  Lord knows\n  Nigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows\n  Nigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows\n  Nigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows, nigga Lord knows\n\n  Uh, niggas can't see me with binoculars on\n  Back of the Maybach, shottas on\n  And all my niggas keep choppers on\n  Don't reach round me, that's a chopper zone\n  Every time you be on count, what the topic on?\n  250 thou what I dropped it on\n  See y'all think it's a game 'til FOX be on\n  CNN, momma picking out boxes for 'em\n  I want everything, got my own boxers on\n  Own headphones to get my popping on\n  I got my own Pumas that I designed 'em for 'em\n  Stick and moving on these niggas, get my boxing on\n  All I ever hear from niggas is what they prolly doing\n  But they be really talkin' 'bout what I be doing\n  All black Rottweiler, that Givenchy on\n  Drop top Rolls Royce but the top is on\n  And the windows down like see y'all later\n  Mirror tint on that bitch so you could see y'all hating\n  Champagne cork pop like we all made it\n  Ya'll looking from the sideline we all hate it\n  Money don't make it real\n  Don't give a fuck if its 80 mil, pussy\n  And just cause you got a Bentley\n  That Bentley won't make you thorough, pussy\n  Still hating me from my city\n\n  I'm thinking is they for real, pussies\n  Cause all I got to say is kill\n  They'll come in like Navy Seals\n  That's word to my momma, I promise I ain't doing no block\n  And we shoot at you robbers and kill all you fuck niggas talking\n\n  Lately I've been on this money\n  Don't run it back up just to come and put you in a coffin\n  I heard you said you was running this city\n  I seen you in traffic and you was just walking\n  Niggas be popping 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Show me where your stash at\nBefore I let the 40 in ya eye and leave that ass flat\nPussy ass niggas man it's tax season\nMake a move and this muthafuckin mac squeezin'\nAct decent, bet them hollows leave your back leakin'\nNigga searchin' for the coke like we crack feindin'\nI got a hundred killas on my team\nYoung niggas gettin' greasier than Vaseline\nHad a dream, momma chasin' with them mac machines\nPut a nigga on the cover of a magazine\nHome invasion, news paper got a man down\nHold his nigga legs, I'm a tie his hands down\nLet em chase it, just to know we ain't playin' round\nHe ain't gotta get up on your knees, nigga head down\nBocka. You fuckin' with a shotta\nI'm bangin' 2Pac, \"My Ambitionz As A Ridah\"\nI got the oo-wop. tryna' get it for my momma\nAnd we gon flush everything at them boys get behind us\nCause we ain't comin' home\nI'm in another zone\nRidin' with my dogs we just want another bone\nI got another lick, so I got another chrome\nI ain't gettin' to the money nigga then there's something wrong","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bad Man\n  artist: Meek Mill\n  album: The Real Me\n  duration_ms: 176000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I just call my homie and he say he got a lick\n  He said he know a pussy nigga with a hundred bricks\n  So we gon' ride up on em, slide up on em with them sticks\n  Feelin' to pop up at his crib like a fuckin' magic trick\n  Hocus-Pocus\n  To the safe like you ace nigga open focus\n  But this cab of niggas ridin' like a locomotive\n  Where the cash at? Show me where your stash at\n  Before I let the 40 in ya eye and leave that ass flat\n  Pussy ass niggas man it's tax season\n  Make a move and this muthafuckin mac squeezin'\n  Act decent, bet them hollows leave your back leakin'\n  Nigga searchin' for the coke like we crack feindin'\n  I got a hundred killas on my team\n  Young niggas gettin' greasier than Vaseline\n  Had a dream, momma chasin' with them mac machines\n  Put a nigga on the cover of a magazine\n  Home invasion, news paper got a man down\n  Hold his nigga legs, I'm a tie his hands down\n  Let em chase it, just to know we ain't playin' round\n  He ain't gotta get up on your knees, nigga head down\n  Bocka. You fuckin' with a shotta\n  I'm bangin' 2Pac, \"My Ambitionz As A Ridah\"\n  I got the oo-wop. tryna' get it for my momma\n  And we gon flush everything at them boys get behind us\n  Cause we ain't comin' home\n  I'm in another zone\n  Ridin' with my dogs we just want another bone\n  I got another lick, so I got another chrome\n  I ain't gettin' to the money nigga then there's something wrong\n"},{"id":6099500,"name":"Best You Won't Hit 'Em","trackName":"Best You Won't Hit 'Em","artistName":"Meek Mill","albumName":"The Real Me","duration":110.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I said shawty mind clear with the jewels drippin' off em\nShe say I be killin' em\nI say get a coffin\nStuntin I be often\nThey like \"What it cost him?\"\nWhole team fulla green you would think we Boston\nSwollen, Ballin\nFlow be on the faucet\nMiddle man shut yo damn mouth call a boss in\nBig money on the table nigga why you talkin\nBlack and yellow 'maro, murder scene, caution\nTape, scrape, all I get is hate\nChillin' in the mansion, all you see is gate\nShe say that I'm handsome she thinking 'bout a date\nBut I'm just tryna take her home I'm thinking bout a \"safe\"\nI was just booked they had me bidding in the pen house\nCouple months later now I'm sittin in the penthouse\nBitches fuckin' everywhere you thinking it's a pimphouse\nEngineer lookin' when that boy gon' pull his pen out\nNo pen no pad\nThis shit so sad\nDippin in the Aston\nThis bitch so fast\nThis bitch so bad\nI treat her so nice\nI came so fast\nI had to go twice\nRob me, no dice\nBetter get your dope slice\nPuffin on the diesel gettin higher than the coke price\nNigga, you a rat, you a talkin to them folks type\nI'm more like the bull that could get 'em by the bow type\nThis be- homicide\nAll black whipped you would think it's on my side\nI'mma get money laid back kinda guy\nIf you dead broke, nigga why you mindin mine?\nYah, you gettin paid for this shit?\nI dont needa see the work I'm gettin paid by the bricks\nCiroc and lemonade in the shade with your bitch\nShe sent you straight to the voicemail\nShame on your bitch\n\nYou wussup girl\nI gotta ask you\nIf you suckin would you eat the nut?\nCashews\nI'm countin money so you know I'm good at math boo\nShe frontin' on you tryna cover up yo' tattoos\nGirl why you killin him?\nShe tryna go at me\nI'm tellin' her to deal with him\nAnd if you notice me\nThen you will see some will in him\nRocks in the bezzle\nBigger then some M&m's, HA!\n\n(2)\n\nHigh school I was ballin, Reese Rice\nI hustle all day I don't even eat right\nCause Im just tryna get a ticket no police light\nThat's a milli bitch\nI'm on that Philly shit\nAnd I'm just tryna make a movie like I'm Willy Smith\nCome to my hood, show you how real it gets\nNiggas thats padlocked tell you that they feelin this\n\n()\n\nIt's Meek Milli bitch!\nPhilly!\nI swear to god\nAin't no competion and I dont even own a composition\nYou wassup girl, I gotta ask you, if you suckin\nWould you eat the nut?\nCashews! Haha!\nReal talk though, no pen no pad flow\nShit is so sad tho\nIt's your boy Meek Milli signin' the fuck out\nWe make movies- bitch!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Best You Won't Hit 'Em\n  artist: Meek Mill\n  album: The Real Me\n  duration_ms: 110000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I said shawty mind clear with the jewels drippin' off em\n  She say I be killin' em\n  I say get a coffin\n  Stuntin I be often\n  They like \"What it cost him?\"\n  Whole team fulla green you would think we Boston\n  Swollen, Ballin\n  Flow be on the faucet\n  Middle man shut yo damn mouth call a boss in\n  Big money on the table nigga why you talkin\n  Black and yellow 'maro, murder scene, caution\n  Tape, scrape, all I get is hate\n  Chillin' in the mansion, all you see is gate\n  She say that I'm handsome she thinking 'bout a date\n  But I'm just tryna take her home I'm thinking bout a \"safe\"\n  I was just booked they had me bidding in the pen house\n  Couple months later now I'm sittin in the penthouse\n  Bitches fuckin' everywhere you thinking it's a pimphouse\n  Engineer lookin' when that boy gon' pull his pen out\n  No pen no pad\n  This shit so sad\n  Dippin in the Aston\n  This bitch so fast\n  This bitch so bad\n  I treat her so nice\n  I came so fast\n  I had to go twice\n  Rob me, no dice\n  Better get your dope slice\n  Puffin on the diesel gettin higher than the coke price\n  Nigga, you a rat, you a talkin to them folks type\n  I'm more like the bull that could get 'em by the bow type\n  This be- homicide\n  All black whipped you would think it's on my side\n  I'mma get money laid back kinda guy\n  If you dead broke, nigga why you mindin mine?\n  Yah, you gettin paid for this shit?\n  I dont needa see the work I'm gettin paid by the bricks\n  Ciroc and lemonade in the shade with your bitch\n  She sent you straight to the voicemail\n  Shame on your bitch\n\n  You wussup girl\n  I gotta ask you\n  If you suckin would you eat the nut?\n  Cashews\n  I'm countin money so you know I'm good at math boo\n  She frontin' on you tryna cover up yo' tattoos\n  Girl why you killin him?\n  She tryna go at me\n  I'm tellin' her to deal with him\n  And if you notice me\n  Then you will see some will in him\n  Rocks in the bezzle\n  Bigger then some M&m's, HA!\n\n  (2)\n\n  High school I was ballin, Reese Rice\n  I hustle all day I don't even eat right\n  Cause Im just tryna get a ticket no police light\n  That's a milli bitch\n  I'm on that Philly shit\n  And I'm just tryna make a movie like I'm Willy Smith\n  Come to my hood, show you how real it gets\n  Niggas thats padlocked tell you that they feelin this\n\n  ()\n\n  It's Meek Milli bitch!\n  Philly!\n  I swear to god\n  Ain't no competion and I dont even own a composition\n  You wassup girl, I gotta ask you, if you suckin\n  Would you eat the nut?\n  Cashews! Haha!\n  Real talk though, no pen no pad flow\n  Shit is so sad tho\n  It's your boy Meek Milli signin' the fuck out\n  We make movies- bitch!\n"},{"id":6099696,"name":"Hoes Down, Gz Up","trackName":"Hoes Down, Gz Up","artistName":"Meek Mill","albumName":"The Real Me","duration":143.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, uh, uh, uh\nIt's Meek motherfucking Milly, uh\nBH, all my bitches (all my bitches)\nYou know I had to get one for the hoes (hoes)\nHaha\nI said hoes, we never love them\nWe fuck them and then discuss them\nAnd if you ain't fucking my man\nYou prolly fucking my cousin\nThere's nothing, how do we want it\nUm, um amazing better yet a buffet\nYou can get all three\nBut I don't get her number\nI tell her to call me\nPhone rings she with her friends\nAnd they want to party\nI tell her meet me, hotel room 13\nI be there in a little\nMan he little, I sizzle\nStep up in the telly, hoes naked already\nLooking all sexy, screaming daddy come get it\nThe dream gods tell me twice\nI be right in it shorty wetter than a pool\nI dive up in it like I'm swimming (splash)\nKnocking bitches off\nDaddy this ain't nothing new\nI'm Shaggy baby\nWould you let my dawgs Scooby Doo\nShe said that's crazy but I tell\nHer this is what we do\nExpect the unexpected, you seen the movie too\nRolling through the block (uh)\nBenjis on rock (uh)\nBad bitch on my back, at the twelve o'clock\nT-5 barking on them pT5 tour ass on them\nCops come, double clutch\nFist tell that corner on them\nRide hard, fly it off like a Maserati\nGetting low when I'm rolling\nShe gon' ride, she my Bonnie\nMy mommy, little hottie\nVanilla Ice, check out her eyes and her body\nMy little right thing\nBitches be on my dick cuz they\nKnow I be on some shit\nLike if you ain't fucking or sucking\nDon't even jump in the whip\nShe ride, tell her jump in (come on)\nShe ain't tell her to holler\nSliding in that Impala\nGrinding, chopping on choppers\nStill MOB, mommy's don't get a dollar\nI'm trying to fuck you for free\nIf you tricking don't even bother\nI'm a PIMP, naked bitches in the 'scala\nPut a blue and white Yankees shirt\nStriped polo with the collar (free)\nBut everybody know my name\nMeek Milly, flow is flames\nPlus I got that fire man\nPuff just called me Lil Wayne\nAnd I got a little game\nHoes feeling a nigga's swag\nTryna fuck and suck me just\nTo get their niggas mad\nSee this, I just sit and laugh\nYou don't want to wife that\nYou eating her and treating her\nSee I'm the one who piped that\nSoon as I'm finished with her\nYou can have her right back\nIf I get a piece of pie\nMy man gonna slice that\nBreakdown, take down\nShorty keep your mouth shut\nThis is what we do, 102, we ain't about that\nI don't give a fuck\nI leave you stuck like a mousetrap\nMiddle of the city, tell your\nRubber to get with me, nigga\nBitch","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hoes Down, Gz Up\n  artist: Meek Mill\n  album: The Real Me\n  duration_ms: 143000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Uh, uh, uh, uh\n  It's Meek motherfucking Milly, uh\n  BH, all my bitches (all my bitches)\n  You know I had to get one for the hoes (hoes)\n  Haha\n  I said hoes, we never love them\n  We fuck them and then discuss them\n  And if you ain't fucking my man\n  You prolly fucking my cousin\n  There's nothing, how do we want it\n  Um, um amazing better yet a buffet\n  You can get all three\n  But I don't get her number\n  I tell her to call me\n  Phone rings she with her friends\n  And they want to party\n  I tell her meet me, hotel room 13\n  I be there in a little\n  Man he little, I sizzle\n  Step up in the telly, hoes naked already\n  Looking all sexy, screaming daddy come get it\n  The dream gods tell me twice\n  I be right in it shorty wetter than a pool\n  I dive up in it like I'm swimming (splash)\n  Knocking bitches off\n  Daddy this ain't nothing new\n  I'm Shaggy baby\n  Would you let my dawgs Scooby Doo\n  She said that's crazy but I tell\n  Her this is what we do\n  Expect the unexpected, you seen the movie too\n  Rolling through the block (uh)\n  Benjis on rock (uh)\n  Bad bitch on my back, at the twelve o'clock\n  T-5 barking on them pT5 tour ass on them\n  Cops come, double clutch\n  Fist tell that corner on them\n  Ride hard, fly it off like a Maserati\n  Getting low when I'm rolling\n  She gon' ride, she my Bonnie\n  My mommy, little hottie\n  Vanilla Ice, check out her eyes and her body\n  My little right thing\n  Bitches be on my dick cuz they\n  Know I be on some shit\n  Like if you ain't fucking or sucking\n  Don't even jump in the whip\n  She ride, tell her jump in (come on)\n  She ain't tell her to holler\n  Sliding in that Impala\n  Grinding, chopping on choppers\n  Still MOB, mommy's don't get a dollar\n  I'm trying to fuck you for free\n  If you tricking don't even bother\n  I'm a PIMP, naked bitches in the 'scala\n  Put a blue and white Yankees shirt\n  Striped polo with the collar (free)\n  But everybody know my name\n  Meek Milly, flow is flames\n  Plus I got that fire man\n  Puff just called me Lil Wayne\n  And I got a little game\n  Hoes feeling a nigga's swag\n  Tryna fuck and suck me just\n  To get their niggas mad\n  See this, I just sit and laugh\n  You don't want to wife that\n  You eating her and treating her\n  See I'm the one who piped that\n  Soon as I'm finished with her\n  You can have her right back\n  If I get a piece of pie\n  My man gonna slice that\n  Breakdown, take down\n  Shorty keep your mouth shut\n  This is what we do, 102, we ain't about that\n  I don't give a fuck\n  I leave you stuck like a mousetrap\n  Middle of the city, tell your\n  Rubber to get with me, nigga\n  Bitch\n"},{"id":6099714,"name":"Hustla Musik","trackName":"Hustla Musik","artistName":"Meek Mill","albumName":"The Real Me","duration":139.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nAbeg\nHere recording man\n2 AM\nNigerian time\nI just want to let you know a couple of things man\nNo go think say because we dey rap we done change\nYou nor understand\nMen still get that voltage\nMake I lay you, you know where I dey come from\nMake you understand why I be like this\nLast last\n\nYo, my senior Bros na cultist\nMy senior Bros na thief\nMy senior Bros na rapist\nE dey prison like this\nMy senior Bros no dey go church\nE and pastor dey beef\nE fight for Warri crisis, shoot im own friend '96\nMy senior Bros no believe in God na juju e know\nMy senior Bros no like igbo na cocaine e dey blow\nIf person beat me my senior Bros dey carry am for head\nMy senior Bros dey come, brother run under bed\nPolice know my senior Bros, e and them na friend\nBut my senior Bros no get friend, e just dey pretend\nE no trust anybody na kpo kpo Kill im men\nNa Kwale my senior Bros dey buy im ogumeh\nE get one time my senior Bros gimme kala keep\nThat night kpo kpo raid the full area me I nor fit sleep\nWhen them arrest my senior Bros the full area happy\nBefore them kill am e say \"Erigga no be like me\"\nYa (Ogbe)\n\nAs I dey follow you dey talk pistol dey my waist\nIn case you want craze na your life na im we go waste\nNo let the music go dey make you feel say I done change\nTo change am for you like Aboki won't\nCost me a thing (won't cost me a thing)\nAs I dey follow you dey talk pistol dey my waist (yeah yeah)\nIn case you want craze na your life na im we go waste\nNo let the music go dey make you feel say I done change (yeah)\nTo change am for you like Aboki won't\nCost me a thing (won't cost me a thing)\n\nNow let me take you to some places that you've never been\nWe dey call am Ekoro for Warri na you men go clean\nTake you sit down ground collect your phone give you the SIM\nYour ATM you nor be tailor guy give them the PIN\nThe last time this thing happen na back of Redeem\nWetin e do them e go match Akim ashadow clean\nYou dey craze you no dey see our chairman shadow? (Stop there)\nIt's like their sense dey plate of water cos their thinking shallow\nAshawo dey call police for you if you fuck am run\nAnd Pastor Amos, no answer am, na drug baron\nEven mama Jitey wey dey fry garri for back\nThem hol am yesterday with 2 kala for garri sack\nNa 1999 be this area get as e be\nAnd book no gree enter my head you know as e dey be\nMille dey cry, \"Erigga yan ji street yi na wo\"?\nBefore Ejiro die e say paper make am for me\n(I hope I did)\n\nAs I dey follow you dey talk pistol dey my waist\nIn case you want craze na your life na im we go waste\nNo let the music go dey make you feel say I done change\nTo change am for you like Aboki won't\nCost me a thing (won't cost me a thing)\nAs I dey follow you dey talk pistol dey my waist (yeah yeah)\nIn case you want craze na your life na im we go waste\nNo let the music go dey make you feel say I done change (yeah)\nTo change am for you like Aboki won't\nCost me a thing (won't cost me a thing)\nAs I dey follow you dey talk pistol dey my waist (yeah yeah)\nIn case you want craze na your life na im we go waste\nNo let the music go dey make you feel say I done change (yeah)\nTo change am for you like Aboki won't\nCost me a thing (won't cost me a thing)\nAs I dey follow you dey talk pistol dey my waist (yeah yeah)\nIn case you want craze na your life na im we go waste\nNo let the music go dey make you feel say I done change (yeah, abeg)\nTo change am for you like Aboki won't\nCost me a thing (won't cost me a thing)\n\nAnd that's it right there folks (it's no limits)\nHomies keep telling me, Erigga do that old you man\nThat two thousand and, 2011, 2010, you know what I'm saying\nThis is Erigma 2 for you man\nBut most times I no dey like go back\nCoz e dey remind me of so many things\nYou no understand\nAnd this na the last time I go rap about my past man\nMake we face front\nForward ever, man\nDay break everywhere burst","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hustla Musik\n  artist: Meek Mill\n  album: The Real Me\n  duration_ms: 139000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah\n  Abeg\n  Here recording man\n  2 AM\n  Nigerian time\n  I just want to let you know a couple of things man\n  No go think say because we dey rap we done change\n  You nor understand\n  Men still get that voltage\n  Make I lay you, you know where I dey come from\n  Make you understand why I be like this\n  Last last\n\n  Yo, my senior Bros na cultist\n  My senior Bros na thief\n  My senior Bros na rapist\n  E dey prison like this\n  My senior Bros no dey go church\n  E and pastor dey beef\n  E fight for Warri crisis, shoot im own friend '96\n  My senior Bros no believe in God na juju e know\n  My senior Bros no like igbo na cocaine e dey blow\n  If person beat me my senior Bros dey carry am for head\n  My senior Bros dey come, brother run under bed\n  Police know my senior Bros, e and them na friend\n  But my senior Bros no get friend, e just dey pretend\n  E no trust anybody na kpo kpo Kill im men\n  Na Kwale my senior Bros dey buy im ogumeh\n  E get one time my senior Bros gimme kala keep\n  That night kpo kpo raid the full area me I nor fit sleep\n  When them arrest my senior Bros the full area happy\n  Before them kill am e say \"Erigga no be like me\"\n  Ya (Ogbe)\n\n  As I dey follow you dey talk pistol dey my waist\n  In case you want craze na your life na im we go waste\n  No let the music go dey make you feel say I done change\n  To change am for you like Aboki won't\n  Cost me a thing (won't cost me a thing)\n  As I dey follow you dey talk pistol dey my waist (yeah yeah)\n  In case you want craze na your life na im we go waste\n  No let the music go dey make you feel say I done change (yeah)\n  To change am for you like Aboki won't\n  Cost me a thing (won't cost me a thing)\n\n  Now let me take you to some places that you've never been\n  We dey call am Ekoro for Warri na you men go clean\n  Take you sit down ground collect your phone give you the SIM\n  Your ATM you nor be tailor guy give them the PIN\n  The last time this thing happen na back of Redeem\n  Wetin e do them e go match Akim ashadow clean\n  You dey craze you no dey see our chairman shadow? (Stop there)\n  It's like their sense dey plate of water cos their thinking shallow\n  Ashawo dey call police for you if you fuck am run\n  And Pastor Amos, no answer am, na drug baron\n  Even mama Jitey wey dey fry garri for back\n  Them hol am yesterday with 2 kala for garri sack\n  Na 1999 be this area get as e be\n  And book no gree enter my head you know as e dey be\n  Mille dey cry, \"Erigga yan ji street yi na wo\"?\n  Before Ejiro die e say paper make am for me\n  (I hope I did)\n\n  As I dey follow you dey talk pistol dey my waist\n  In case you want craze na your life na im we go waste\n  No let the music go dey make you feel say I done change\n  To change am for you like Aboki won't\n  Cost me a thing (won't cost me a thing)\n  As I dey follow you dey talk pistol dey my waist (yeah yeah)\n  In case you want craze na your life na im we go waste\n  No let the music go dey make you feel say I done change (yeah)\n  To change am for you like Aboki won't\n  Cost me a thing (won't cost me a thing)\n  As I dey follow you dey talk pistol dey my waist (yeah yeah)\n  In case you want craze na your life na im we go waste\n  No let the music go dey make you feel say I done change (yeah)\n  To change am for you like Aboki won't\n  Cost me a thing (won't cost me a thing)\n  As I dey follow you dey talk pistol dey my waist (yeah yeah)\n  In case you want craze na your life na im we go waste\n  No let the music go dey make you feel say I done change (yeah, abeg)\n  To change am for you like Aboki won't\n  Cost me a thing (won't cost me a thing)\n\n  And that's it right there folks (it's no limits)\n  Homies keep telling me, Erigga do that old you man\n  That two thousand and, 2011, 2010, you know what I'm saying\n  This is Erigma 2 for you man\n  But most times I no dey like go back\n  Coz e dey remind me of so many things\n  You no understand\n  And this na the last time I go rap about my past man\n  Make we face front\n  Forward ever, man\n  Day break everywhere burst\n"},{"id":6099772,"name":"It's So Hard to Say Goodbye","trackName":"It's So Hard to Say Goodbye","artistName":"Meek Mill","albumName":"The Real Me","duration":205.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nAbeg\nHere recording man\n2 AM\nNigerian time\nI just want to let you know a couple of things man\nNo go think say because we dey rap we done change\nYou nor understand\nMen still get that voltage\nMake I lay you, you know where I dey come from\nMake you understand why I be like this\nLast last\n\nYo, my senior Bros na cultist\nMy senior Bros na thief\nMy senior Bros na rapist\nE dey prison like this\nMy senior Bros no dey go church\nE and pastor dey beef\nE fight for Warri crisis, shoot im own friend '96\nMy senior Bros no believe in God na juju e know\nMy senior Bros no like igbo na cocaine e dey blow\nIf person beat me my senior Bros dey carry am for head\nMy senior Bros dey come, brother run under bed\nPolice know my senior Bros, e and them na friend\nBut my senior Bros no get friend, e just dey pretend\nE no trust anybody na kpo kpo Kill im men\nNa Kwale my senior Bros dey buy im ogumeh\nE get one time my senior Bros gimme kala keep\nThat night kpo kpo raid the full area me I nor fit sleep\nWhen them arrest my senior Bros the full area happy\nBefore them kill am e say \"Erigga no be like me\"\nYa (Ogbe)\n\nAs I dey follow you dey talk pistol dey my waist\nIn case you want craze na your life na im we go waste\nNo let the music go dey make you feel say I done change\nTo change am for you like Aboki won't\nCost me a thing (won't cost me a thing)\nAs I dey follow you dey talk pistol dey my waist (yeah yeah)\nIn case you want craze na your life na im we go waste\nNo let the music go dey make you feel say I done change (yeah)\nTo change am for you like Aboki won't\nCost me a thing (won't cost me a thing)\n\nNow let me take you to some places that you've never been\nWe dey call am Ekoro for Warri na you men go clean\nTake you sit down ground collect your phone give you the SIM\nYour ATM you nor be tailor guy give them the PIN\nThe last time this thing happen na back of Redeem\nWetin e do them e go match Akim ashadow clean\nYou dey craze you no dey see our chairman shadow? 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