Safaree Samuels - Lifeline (Meek Mill Diss) lyrics

rate me

Temperature is rising up (tough game)

Temperature is rising up, no mercy

Nothing to concern thee

(Verse)

Waddup! You dram about Drake, numbers in yo nightmare

Put y'all hating on me and my little career?!

No matter what you buy, nigga, I'll be right there

I'm in the back of her mind like a new nigga

I'm everywhere, DMZ, makin' news, nigga

I laugh and I don't want it back, the proof is right here

Think out it free, my nigga, shifted like a light year

You got a botched face nigga with a cute dick

This nigga been outta shape with a gorilla face

My bars on the pink, print no win will never match

My dick-print, lil nigga, you can neva match

Wasn't a secret, young bull, I knew everything

Hope you go platinum, my nigga, she need a better ring

I thought I left her so she can move to better things

Maybe a ball playa, maybe a soccer playa

Maybe a billionaire, like a Mariah Care'

But nigga, I don't care, I really do not care

They say Safaree heart broken, lemme share a tear

Fuck if you cheated, 12 years a slave anyway!

(Hook)

Temperature is rising up

(She's your only life, learn to catch anyways)

Temperature is rising up

(She's your only life, learn to catch anyways)

Temperature is rising up

(Verse 2)

I hear the mumbling, I hear the tacklin'

I got 'em scared, shook, panicking

That's really my pen game, nothing damaging

When you was pullin' up, I was pullin' out

I know real shit that I ain't gon' talk about

I seen her text messages, I seen her emails

Somebody tell me why he talking like an email

I heard you told Phillipe Chow you ain't going there

Well guess what, go to hell, how about you eat there

In every pic you look surprised, all you do is stare

You outta shape in any way, you need to eat a pear

Get the fuck up off my page, stop watchin' me

You niggas ain't God, y'all ain't stoppin' me

She's inflated, you intimidated, I been new, why you niggas ready?

You so calculated, just stand next to yo little daddy, you be masculated

Shit is X-Rated, go and look it up

Walkee hatin' on me nigga, obsessed, I ain't upset

But yo mum next! Ain't a pillow nigga, it's yo heart, yeah

Wanna sleep on me? Get a crook neck

Get a stylist, nigga, you don't look dressed

One more year, you a beast dressed

Here's an iron, nigga, cause you look &*())(*)

Got a mad ex with a new man, but her new man like a mad ex

I'm well known, I'm renowned, you Rodman, you a rebound

My words big, you can't spell, I hold weight like a dumb bell

Put a blood clot through these eager young boy

Water french how yo breath smell

I'm goin' up, it's an inclinin'

She leave you, you gon' decline

I know shit, kept my mouth shut

And you told, nigga, that's a bitch sign!

Yeah, I was first, you won't be the last

Ova Future drop you became the past

Now that I'm goin', good luck with them punchlines

Sincerely yours, Safaree, flat line!