Meek Mill - War Pain lyrics

rate me

(Prod. by Ben Billions)

(Intro: Meek Mill)

Location: Toronto

Status: 5 star hotel, Four Seasons

Them chumps right upstairs, they know not to come down here playing no real niggas

Mood: I'm still up counting 5 hundred thousand cash

Nicki in the bedroom sleep, life is good

(Verse: Meek Mill)

I've been in my cell for a week straight

Locked down 24, no more Phillippe steak

Damn, shit's so real it seems fake

Damn, let me take 'em to the green gate

When we was selling white girl

Audemar shining like it need a light bill

These niggas dick ride like they don't even like girls

A hundred thousand for the jet, yeah that's the flight bill

Damn, cost four bricks to go to the LIV nigga

Whole squad on some shit, that's how we live nigga

25 bad bitches what we did nigga

That's fifty different Louboutins bleeding red nigga

Whew, I ain't blood and I ain't cripping neither

On the phone with the plug talking Justin Bieber

I made milly last week and I ain't touch it neither

Straight cash tryna give 'em straight gas

Catch you out in Brooklyn, get your chain tooking

My Philly boys'll creep up on you when you ain't looking

With your lil memes, I be with the real queen

Screaming free the real Preme, we be doing real things

Pull up with a bad bitch, whipping sumthing real mean

Marching all these fucking drums on me like a drill team

I be with my young niggas, all they know is kill things

Don't make me make a real scene, uh

See an OVO chain, probably take that shit

Said dreaming wasn't enough, we had to chase that shit

You ain't write it' nigga, we caught ya, can't erase that shit

And you claiming' you HOV now? Why you state that shit?

Man I hate that shit, niggas be talking out they face

But soon as you body sumthing they be singing like they Drake

Wait, niggas dancing like they fruitcakes

Hotline Bling, don't get no bing up in this new Wraith

Pull up on the plug, swap that bag with the suitcase

DC4 on the way, that's nigga's due date

Robbed you in your city and you told

Tory from the 6, you hating on him, Lord knows

Culture vulture, now it's time to pay the tolls

Soft as the lacrosse team, boy that's word to HOV

No reply, word to God I'm on the floor still

Me and Nicki watching the Sixers, I'm closing more deals

Dream chasing double MG, we got the door sealed

Roc Nation, Atlantic Records, I'm on my fourth deal

When I met you, you was on my dick

Asked me to hold the DC chain, now you on some shit

Omelly told me get it back cuz he's like "boy's a bitch"

And I'm like, let him get it took cuz we gon' charge 'em trips

(Interlude: both)

Fuck boi, huh charge you triple the way this real nigga stamp. Chasers, ahh. Location: Philly; Mood: Glock with 30; Status: triple OG, never been disrespected without retaliation, chump

(Verse 2: Omelly and Meek Mill)

I've been in the hood for like a year straight

Sipping dirty, it be hard for me to stare straight

Damn, it's time to cut the dead weight

I'm tryna turn my CLS into a red Wraith

When I was selling hard crack you was scared straight

I dropped 9 and bought the Rollie with the red face

Meek the one that got the mil, the one that got the deal

I'm still lamping with the shooters and they popping pills

These niggas like to rap diss they get popped for real

It's time to son these pussy rappers, I'm their pop for real

I'm the type to fuck your mom cuzshe's a t.h.o.t. for real

And I ain't got one, my pump playing shotgun

Quarterback that Glock, Cam Newton, and you catch a hot one

And for the fam I'll keep shooting until the cops come

Reload, double back, hold up cause, I got one

Official only respect official and you are not one

No, we are not them, we be on some other shit

Deep in them trenches, ducking narcotics and the government

Tracing the dollar, flipping that product, tryna double shit

Chewin' like it's double mint

Man, who you niggas fucking with?

(Outro: Omelly)

Hah, hey Meek Mill man, I'ma start runnin' down on these niggas too

Real rap, these niggas soft and they frauds, check DC record nigga, we flawless

Any nigga stepped up to the fucking plate got rolled ova

I ain't just talking to be talking, nigga, check the resume

How many times we got to fuck the city up for you niggas to pay homage

Fuck you niggas talkin' bout nigga?

Slide through 20 deep

I'm talking bout 7 Rolls Royces, 3 Maybachs, 20 Rollies, 30 Cubans, 25 bad bitches

25 Chanel bags, 6 Caddie trucks, jumbo jacks

Stop playing nigga, we came from nothing