Meek Mill

Meek Mill - Y'all Don't Hear Me freestyle lyrics

rate me

Yeah, Philly in this bitch!

Loso waddup?

Check me,

I from the city where the skinny niggas ride

With a Semi .45 to make the biggest niggas fold up, roll up

I done seen the realest niggas froze up

When that Mack squeezing hollows in your back

Leaking that, decent if you want to everytime I come through

Everybody whispering, talking what gon do

Hundred grand in straight cash

Make me put it on you and have your own homies tryna swarm you

I’m sworn to riding with this Glock .40

And I got it on, too

They tell me to put it down

But they don’t know what I’m going through

Niggas playing checkers and it’s chess

So what’s a pawn to a king that got his money right?

You niggas on a hunger strike

Now it’s dead-broke, man, I used to grind a hundred a night

A hundred day, selling white, I tell you it ain’t nothing nice

I be going so hard, man I don’t see my son at night

Baby mama bitching, I’m just trying to get my young’un right

Started with a dollar to a half a ticket

And I just signed my deal today

For all you rapping niggas. Money ain’t a joke

You see me laughing niggas?

All my goonies they ain’t talking, they just clapping niggas

You gonna think my dogg a roofer, brought a ladder with him

My other homie a mechanic, got his ratchet with him

And they shooting for real, they shooting to kill

I got some mami’s up state, they doing the will

I remember niggas shooting for dear life

30 years on us, cops pull at the red lights

We riding with them hammers

Know a couple young’uns that died before their grandma

I’m not trying to play with hammers

A lot of niggas fronted back when I was in the slammer

But now I got that paper and I be going bananas

Like Tony Montana, Nino and the Carter got me leaning even harder

With this Nina in my cargoes

I can’t meet ‘em any farther

If the niggas want the work

Tell ‘em meet me out North, 20-something in birds

Used to be with 50 niggas, 20 of ‘em got murked

20 done turned pussy, the other 10 put in work

Yeah! I’m screaming “this is the life”

If you ain’t hooping then you whipping the white

They even hitting the white

I talked to ‘em try to give them advice

Niggas get left, they wasn’t living too right..

Yea! Niggas get left, they wasn’t living too right

Y’all don’t really hear me tho..

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