Lyrics:
wife-beaters, white t-shirts, white-
I'm the greatest
So you sold 10 million albums, eh? (What?)
Only problem is, you put out 10 million albums, eh? (Haha)
America Is Brutal And Meek Mill Is A Hero
Cover Story: Meek Mill is one of
Our generation's greatest street rappers
But can he thrive in
stress free, I load my pen up with Zoloft
Consider me a pro, when I'm seeing me a hoe
I'ma hit her with the flow and take her clothes
Like girl, you know
everyone was trying to become the next Spice Girls or Backstreet Boys. I got rejected over and over. The funny part about being rejected as a teenager is
I'm the Orson Wells of the rap game
My debut album about to be my Citizen Kane
No disrespect to the greats
But I'm the greatest instead
I only call
homie don't play that shit
I get paid a lot, you get paid a bit
And my latest shit is like a greatest hits
God damn, ain't no wishing over on this side
focused for guidance…
_Hit Up My Niggas Just S/o Esse. Sounding Way Fuego I Know What You'd Say_
Came from the entrance ,My girl be the baddest..While gang
shoot dice, yeah, gamble with my life, yeah
No invites, yeah, keep my circle tight, yeah
All my hoes, yeah, keep that sugar spice, yeah
For the bros,
you sang the hokey pokey twice
But this the main event, can't tell me that I ain't a prince
A one-hit wonder to your girl cause I came and went
But
the man by the age of 6
I even fucked the girl that used to babysit
But that was years later on some crazy shit
I heard your new shit, nigga hated it
Jerry
Told her I was hooked on Miss Mary
She said she had a boyfriend that she wanted me to bury
From there we hit it off and I must admit
Thug Girl
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
Yeah, nigga
I'm still fuckin' with ya
Still waters run deep
Still Snoop Dogg and D.R.E.
'99, nigga, guess who's back
Still, still doin' that
Yeah, nigga
I'm still fuckin' with ya
Still waters run deep
Still Snoop Dogg and D.R.E.
'99, nigga, guess who's back
Still, still doin' that
Funny they hating
They claim you the greatest
Oh well, sucka
I got a complex
Money the motive
If that ain't your motive
Then sorry man
We have no
Ermstar on the Track
Up in the morning by 6
Not on the gram scrolling through pics
But I’m busy writing my album
Makin original shit like Netflix
My first album had no famous guest appearances
The outcome: I'm crowned the best lyricist
Well, by myself at least
And anyone who disagree can go
and Chronic stood as basically all that I would
Ever listen to and when I bought my first Onxy album, I started bumpin' them
Naught By Nature, Mobb Deep
than they said I'd ever do
But by time you hear this song
Sonny, my next album will already be done
And it's-it's just kinda chilling
Last year I was, I
doesn’t concern me
At the end I’m getting 30 for 30
At the end their gonna hang up my jersey
99 on the back, let’s spice it up, tell me tell me what you
girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but the sauce ain't one, hit me
The sauce is hot, the sauce is hot, hah
The sauce is hot,
Ok I woke up in the morning, gave Mary a kiss
She be my main type of shorty, always letting me hit
I gave my lighter one flick, and now I'm high
points with The girl's parents, Ken and Gloria
My next door neighbors, by taking the group out to dinner at Olive Garden, saying he knew
The head chef
of the human population
The captain name was Thomas, the infantry man was Kai
And he's the man that discovered the Ultra85
Accompanied by a girl inside their
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