Meek Mill - Meek Mill Classic Freestyle pt2

[Verse]
Yeah, uh, look
Through 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-Rhyme 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 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, nigga, 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 niggas
Ridin' through the city, plott, plotting on some of thе niggas
That be thinking they gon' get me, I'm a runner, you niggas
And that's a couple dead bodies for a couple of niggas
She a monster, sitting like a mobster
Revolver on my lap, barrel full of black Tylens
I lick it at your squadron, roll up
Like hold up, start spittin' while I'm drivin'
Still often rollin', you niggas better slow up
Before you bang the fuck out
I ain't let a flame blow your brains all the fuck out
All over your shirt, since a youngin' I was buck wild
All up in the dirt, mine screamin' get the fuck 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 niggas stay strapped, blazin' I'm a blaze back
All over that yoke, you get your motherfuckin' egg cracked
North side of Bird Street, a south side of 8 Baller
Posted by the Green Gate, cops comin' straight for him
Niggas 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, fuck around and get a nigga
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' nigga like I'm

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