Meek Mill - Energy (Freestyle) lyrics

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(Intro)

Lickwood means 'rewind', gunshot means 'forward'

You requested it, so we rewind

Omelly wassup!

Small side one-eight BH we straight

North side Burks waddup! Philly!

(Verse)

Uh, I got enemies got a lotta enemies

I don't really fuck wit these niggas in the industry

Know a couple niggas from the hood want to finish me

And put me on a t shirt R.I.P. & memory

So I'm ridin' around wit a drum & a Glock

On the gram niggas said I couldn't come to my block

So I came thru' that bitch me myself in a drop

Niggas know they touch me blllrrr sumethin' get dropped

Man I don't bang wit these suckers I don't play wit no hoes

I do the walk thru' fo' sixty & get like eighty a show

And I don't got out no single I thinkin' maybe they know

Meek Milly realest to do it & I can play at the floor ya heard

I got enemies got a lotta enemies

We fuckin' to Dej Loaf me ya & sum' Hennessy

She gon' suck me off till she drain me of my energy

Flexin', it be fuckin' wit these niggas mentally

Is Instagram hurtin' your heart nigga

VS stones on me still work in the dark nigga

Hundred and six shots pull up and park niggas

Jump in the big drop button to start nigga

Murder was the case that they gave us spanked it

Real niggas back in style they should thank us

All these rap ass niggas really wanksters

Real recognize the real ya a stranger

Hoes sell their souls fo' sum' balla alert

Niggas and they fake jewels need a fraudin' alert

Put me on watch buster tell 'em all what its worth

Bet they say couple milli Audemar wit the works

New roll bust down call that Big Meech

Every time I drop shit hot fish grease

Every time ya drop it is not that heat

Called yo album seven days boy that shit weak

Motivatin' the hood still hot in the burbs

Still gettin' this money they think we got them birds

Every time I spit that's a thousand a word

Spoke it right to the system they say its power in words

Nigga we chosen we was chosen

Me Omelly had them hoes in now its Rollses

Back to back screamin' told ya niggas owed us

And they said they would expose us neva showed us

Fuck them niggas tho!

I got enemies got a lotta enemies

They was just coolin' wit me hatin' call them frien-emies

I ain't really trippin' we got arms like a centipede

Cuz if I lose my cool I could turn them into memories

I'm gone I said I'm gone

Be the same niggas hatin' on the Chasers man we ain't put them on

Fuck 'em niggas tho!