Meek Mill ‘Dreams And Nightmares’ Album, Tracklist, Cover Art, Lyrics, Listen to Full Album

Tracklist 

1. Dreams And Nightmares (Prod. by Tone the Best Bully for Nightrydas Productions)

2. In God We Trust (Prod. by Black Metaphor for Nightrydas Productions)

3. Young & Gettin’ It featuring Kirko Bangz (Prod. by Jahlil Beats)

4. Traumatized (Prod. by Boi-1da)

5. Believe It featuring Rick Ross (Prod. by Young Shun for Maybach Music Productions)

6. Maybach Curtains featuring Nas, John Legend & Rick Ross (Prod. by Infamous & The Agency)

7. Amen featuring Drake (Prod. by Key Wane and Jahlil Beats)

8. Young Kings (Prod. by Lee Major)

9. Lay Up featuring Wale, Rick Ross & Trey Songz (Prod. by Kane Beatz and Co-Produced by Ashanti “The Mad Violinist” Floyd for The Building Productions, Inc.)

10. Tony Story Pt. 2 (Prod. by Boi-1da)

11. Who Your Around featuring Mary J. Blige (Prod. by Tommy “TBHITS” Brown and Travis Sayles for Darkchild.com)

12. Polo & Shell Tops (Prod. by Cardiak)

13. Rich & Famous featuring Louie V (Prod. by Jahlil Beats)

14. Real Niggas Come First (Prod. by Kenoe and Got Koke for Nightrydas Productions)

Bonus Tracks:

15. Burn featuring Big Sean

16. Freak Show featuring Sam Sneak and 2 Chainz

Lyrics to all the songs & listen

In God We Trust Lyrics - Meek Mill

 [Intro]

See most of y'all sucka ass niggas wouldn't last a week in my hood if you was broke

And wouldn't last a day if you had money

I seen grown men cry, grown men die, for the love of that money

In God we trust!

[Verse 1]

My trigger finger itchin', Palms itchin' too

We back-to-back in ghosts, playin' peek-a-boo

We went to war with Sosa over a brick or two

So for a hundred ki's, think what my clique could do

I'm talkin' clappin' toasts, bullets'll hit your roof

They hit his body he went in shock, no Pikachu

Niggas ain’t bout it they talkin’ but really pick and choose

We on our second strike, we ain’t got shit to lose

All my niggas is felons, all you niggas is tellin’

Sold your soul to them people, they gon’ get you to sell it

They gon’ get you to move it, they gon’ get you a buick

They gon’ get you a wire, like niggas gon’ use it

You gon’ tell on your brothas, what a lame homie

I got a bullet with your name on it, and a full clip I autographed

Kids cryin’ at the viewing, I guess it was upset

[Hook]

We done went to war with the realest, shot it out with the best

Talkin’ high-end gorillas, banana clips make a mess

I seen young niggas cry, I seen young niggas fold

I seen young niggas die because a young nigga told

For the love of the money, for the love of the money

For the love of the money, love of the money

Man, them young niggas hungry, for the love of the money

I seen real niggas cry, I seen real niggas hit

I seen real niggas die, cuz a real nigga snitch

In God we trust

[Verse 2]

Lotta niggas act Tony-like

Told them deez everything you heard but that’s your homie right

But he got killers lurkin’ outside at your home tonight

They gon’ hit the crib and kill the kids, oh that’s Kony right

Oh that’s Kony-like, everybody bleed

Cuz he come out in 2060, Christmas Eve

First time he went to prison he ain’t get to leave

Feds takin’ pictures, niggas is rats, you should say cheese

Once a local dude, shit the fire now

Never ever spit a rap but he got bars now

I’m talkin fed time, yard up, yard down

Baby mama can’t pay the bills, shit is hard now

How that make you feel, you should pay them bills

MA spittin in them trays when they make yo’ meal

Niggas shittin’ out them packs just to take them pills

And his baby mama brought em in, boy this shit is real

Niggas turn to Muslim, niggas turn to Christian

They gave him life, he try’n appeal it, got him on a mission

His homies ain’t learn, they still in the kitchen

They firin’ bullshit, that coka ain’t swimmin’

It’s coming up short, no food on the fork

Niggas is catchin’ cases, niggas is goin’ to court

He done slaved in the field, you the one on the porch

With the gun in your hand, try and run with the man

[Hook]

[Outro]

Hey look, I’ma tell you like this

If you in school nigga, stay in school

If you got a job nigga, stay at work

If you a family man, stay with your muhfuckin’ family nigga

Cuz this shit ain’t meant for everybody dawg

Everybody talk that shit, until they get caught up in some real shit

And then they start talkin’ that shit

[Hook]

Burn Lyrics - Meek Mill Featuring: Big Sean

 [Verse 1: Meek Mill & Big Sean]

[Big Sean & Meek Mill]

God (Yea)

Oh God, Boi, (Yea)

G.O.O.D. (MMG, Nigga)

[Meek Mill]

Chain all V.S. I ain't with the B.S

Catch me in your city riding hard through the B.X

Skinny nigga but I do it Large like a 3X

The last nigga tried to do me wrong umm he checked

Right back to that money slinging O's in the P.Jects

Or prolly catchin mileage while the pilot steer the P-Jet

Cause we next and we flex like

[Big Sean]

90PX, working all night no breaks or a recess

Vroom vroom yeah I know my car sound like a T-Rex

Bitch, I'm 23 years old and I ain't riding in a Prius

My cousin finished school can't believe he graduated

Threw him 20,000 dollars told his ass congratulations

Cause me... I wasn't made for that shit

But I could probably hire him and who all paid for his shit

And to all the hoes that was dissin' I pray to God that you see me

I'm on a yacht getting hella' high smoking good that seaweed

Bad bitch in her cha-cha grabbing on her chi-chi's

Million dollar deals on my email you mad as hell you ain't CC'ed

Chain all V.S. bitch you knows it's B.S. boy I run my city

[Meek Mill]

End of story, nigga P.S

All white Maybach Greenbay they packin'

Y'all niggas was slackin' 'member the hard nights we trappin'

And they say lifes a game of chess you can play checkers all on my jacket

Cause it's Damier and we bombs away on y'all big rappers

I say yeah nigga I murder that Panamera turtle back

Niggas say they want beef well where the fuck is my burger at?

I got white was serving that I been to jail I ain't going back

I alley oop your bitch off that backboard she throw it back

I slam dunk in that pussy, Blake Griffin'd yo ho, nigga

Maybach with Ricky Ross my chain rock like I know Jigga

That's cause I do ho, shout out to my new ho

That pussy pink like Nuvo and I dog that Cujo

[Hook: Big Sean & Meek Mill]

[Big Sean]

Niggas wanna talk what they gon' say (gon' say)

I hit the pedal til that motherfucker break (til it break)

Freaky bitches love the money I make

And to live like this you motherfuckers gotta pay

So let that shit burn

[Meek Mill]

Let that shit burn I'mma let that shit burn let that shit burn (burn, gasoline)

The roof on fire I'm only gettin' higher

50 racks all in my pocket I want bottles I'mma let that shit burn

[Verse 2: Big Sean & Meek Mill]

[Big Sean]

Bitch I had one shot and I ain't blow it

Riding til the wheels fall off and they tow it

I got green on top of green damn its looking like I grow it

D-Town the hood behind me like a king cobra

[Meek Mill]

Burn bitch I let it burn bitch

My money straighter than a motherfucking perm bitch

No navigation you can see it is my turn shit (swirv, swirv)

Shorty give me all that brain still ain't never learned shit

[Big Sean]

Oh that's your girl? Damn nigga you ain't learn shit

She naked in my studio I'm on that Howard Stern shit

I swear that mac 10 is my barbell, Finally Famous the cartel

Hit your girl in my whip and now that pussy got the new car smell

Same shit different day I ain't broke no more it's a different day

Don't turn me down I got shit to say my purp strong like it's lifting weights

It's Sean Don sippin' Chandon I got a bad bitch with them pom pom's

My Rollie don't tick-tock your shit sound like a time bomb, boom...lil' bitch

[Hook]

Amen Lyrics - Meek Mill Featuring: Drake & Jeremih

 [Meek Mill]

I just wanna thank God

For all the pretty women he let into my life

All the Benjamins you let me count

Wealth and health

For my family

And lettin' me ball on these niggas

[Hook: Meek Mill]

Now there's a lot of bad bitches in the building (Amen)

A couple real niggas in the building (Amen)

I'm finna kill niggas in the building (Amen)

I tell the waiter fifty bottles and she tell me say when

And I say church (Preach)

We make it light up like a church (Preach)

She wanna fuck and I say church (Preach)

Do Liv on Sunday like a church (Preach)

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]

Bottle after bottle, drink until I overdose

Pull up in the Phantom watch them bitches catch the Holy Ghost

Errtime I step up in the dealer I be goin' broke

Shorty wanna fuck me I say get on top and roller coast

And I lay back, she go cray, fuck me good, but she no stay

Murder on that pussy let her boyfriend get that DOA

Get it? And all I get is Frito Lay

Plus I'm on probation, when they test me I just pee Rozay

Cause last night, I went hard, Peach Ciroc, Patron and all

Thirty racks on magnum bottles, I think I was born to ball

Lookin' like a million plus, fresh I'm out that corner store

Hater I be doin' me, you guys should be doin' y'all

I'm stackin' money to the ceiling

All this ice that's in my Rollie I be chillin'

And I just made a couple million

So I could take care of them children, let's go

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Drake]

Just bought my niggas some caine, so much it came with a plane

Bought my niggas some dope, so much it came with a boat

I just bought me a crib so big it came with a moat

For niggas jumping the fence I hope you niggas can float

And I just hope that I'm forgiven for carin' 'bout how they livin'

And loanin a little money and keepin' 'em out of prison

I ain't lyin' in my verses I'm just telling you the basics

Of growin' up with your friends and becoming the one that made it, yes lord!

All gold, man I got these bitches soul

Talkin' bout these other rappers getting old is even getting old

Worrying about your followers, you need to get your dollars up

Me and Meek, young niggas poppin' like our collars up

And good ain't good enough, and your hood ain't hood enough

Spent my whole life putting on, you spend your whole life putting up

Ain't no telling when I go, so there ain't shit that I'mma wait for

I'm the type to say a prayer, then go get what I just prayed for

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Meek Mill and Jeremih]

Lord forgive me for my sins, I'm just tryna win

And she a devil in a dress but if she knock I let her in

And if she knock I let her in

I have her wet by 12 o' clock, then 3 o' clock she wet again

I'm screaming Oh Lord, that pussy good, that pussy good

I'm tryna hold on, I wish I could, you think I should

She got that million dollar body, shorty my Bugatti

And she said she got a man, we keep it secret Illuminati

(Got Patron on deck) And Ciroc all in my bottle

(Push it all on her) She was on that Reposado

(She take it all off) And I think I'll rep Serato

In this bitch I'm spending like I hit the lotto cause it's a lot of...

[Hook]

Intro (Dreams and Nightmares) Lyrics - Meek Mill

 [Intro]

Ain't this what they've been waiting for?

You ready?

[Verse 1]

I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this

So I had to grind like that to shine like this

In a matter of time I spent on some locked up shit

In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrists

See my dreams unfold, nightmares come true

It was time to marry the game and I said, "Yeah, I do"

If you want it you gotta see it with a clear-eyed view

Got a shorty, she try'na bless me like I said, "Achoo"

Like a nigga sneezed, nigga please before them triggers squeeze

I'm gettin' cream, never let them hoes get in between

Of what we started, lil' nigga but I'm lionhearted

They love me when I was stuck and hated when I was departed

I go and get it regardless, draw it like I'm an artist

No crawling, went straight to walkin' with foreign cars in my garage

Got foreign bitches menaging, fuckin', suckin', and swallowin'

Anything for a dollar, they tell me get 'em, I got 'em

I did it without an album

I did shit with Mariah

Lil' nigga I'm on fire

Icy as a hockey rink, Philly nigga I'm Flyer

When I bought the Rolls Royce they thought it was leased

Then I bought that new Ferrari, hater rest in peace

Hater rest in peace, rest in peace to the parking lot

Phantom so big, it can't even fit in the parking spot

You ain't talkin' bout my niggas then what you talkin' bout?

Gangstas move in silence, nigga and I don't talk a lot

I don't say a word, I don't say a word

Was on my grind and now I got what I deserve fuck nigga

Hold up wait a minute, y'all thought I was finished?

When I bought that Ashton Martin y'all thought it was rented?

Flexin' on these niggas, I'm like Popeye on his spinach

Double M, yeah that's my team, Rozay the captain, I'm the lieutenant

I’m the type to count a million cash then grind like I’m broke

That Lambo, my new bitch, she'll ride like my ghost

I'm ridin' around my city with my hands strapped around my toast

Cause these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it back home

Cause my momma need that bill money and my son need some milk

These niggas tryna take my life, they fuck around get killed

You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked

Cause these Philly niggas I brought with me don't fuck around, no joke

All I know is murder, when it comes to me

I got young niggas that's rollin' I got niggas throwin' b's

I done did the DOAs I done did the KODs

Every time I'm in that bitch I get to throwin' 30 G's

Now I'm hanging out that drop head, I'm riding down on Collins

They like, my nigga back home that young nigga be wildin'

We young niggas and we mobbin', like Batman and we're Robin

This 2-door Maybach, with my seat all reclinin'

I'm that real nigga what up, real nigga what up

If you ain't about that murder game then pussy nigga shut up

If you diss me in yo' raps, I'll get your pussy ass stuck up

When you touchdown in my hood, no that tour life ain't good

Catch me down in MIA, at that heat game on wood

With that Puma life on my feet, like that little engine I could

Boy I slide down on your block, bike on twelve o'clock

And they be throwing dueces on the same nigga they watch

And I'm the king of my city cause I'm still calling them shots

And these lames talking that bullshit the same niggas that flopped

I'm the same nigga from Berks Street with them nappy braids that lock

The same nigga that came up and I had to wait for my spot

And these niggas hating on me, hoes waiting on me

Still on that hood shit, my Rolls Royce on E

They gon' remember me, I say remember me

So much money have ya friends turn into enemies

And with these beef I turn my enemies to memories

With them bricks they go from 40 ain't no 10 a key, hold up

Broke nigga turn rich, love the game like Mitch

And if I leave you think them pretty hoes gon' still suck my dick?

It was something 'bout that Rollie when it first touched my wrist

Had me feeling like that dope boy when he first touched that brick

I'm gone

Maybach Curtains Lyrics - Meek Mill Ft. John Legend, Nas & Rick Ross

 [Hook: John Legend]

Look how far we came

Through the fire, I stood knowing we would reign

Feels like yesterday when all this was a dream

Through these Maybach curtains I see how life has changed

[Intro: Meek Mill]

I think I'mma dedicate this one

To all the people that thought I wouldn't make it here

Dreamchasers

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]

Yeah, it was all a dream

On the corner servin' all them fiends

Me and a bunch of my niggas, yeah, we was all a team

The system labeled us killas, but momma called us kings

Walked through the hall of a prison, now it's the hall of fame

And people got the nerve to ask why I wear all these chains

When I was booked, they had me shackled to the wall of shame

So I'm just representin', better yet just reminiscin'

Put down on that Bentley truck, I used to want the Expedition

Now it's bigger things, grew up and got bigger dreams

Cause in my hood, niggas try to smoke you just like nicotine

And this money shit ain't funny, all the shit it brings

You bound to lose your family and your friends, boy this shit is mean

And birthdays was the worst days

Last week I made a hundred on a Thursday

And Club Liv got me sinnin' on a church day

Stevie J all on the mic, he screamin' out my birthplace

Philly, we back!

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Nas]

I'm blunted - You wanna see life's meaning?

On the radio, Al Green, while Mom's cleanin'

Mom's singing along with the songs

And shortly I learned the words to 'em

Nerf balls, I threw 'em

But now I'm a perfectionist to a fault like Jesus

Judgin' his own miracles, but he won't cause he automatic

I'm like an old blues singer living in the bottle

Whose wife left him in the bottom

Writing songs is how we solvin' the problem

My liquid money's a hypnotist to your Mrs

Lay back like I'm in the chair of a dentist

Nasir relentless, a freak like Prince is

Mystique like Sade

Soon as I enter people, point and see my anointment

I ain't tryna do too much

Same time, I ain't no bum nigga not doin' enough

But I ain't tryna do no dumb shit, chasin' my tail in a circle

I made it so I'm chillin' now

Transparent ceiling now

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]

The chorus cinematic, going back to Cali

Young street nigga, late 80's suede Bally's

Jewels like Rick the Ruler, looking like I ripped the jeweler

I could cut a check, make some people hit your shooter

Domino effect, you in that magic city

Where all they do is flex; call it Milli Vanilli

Coming from the bottom, my lil' nigga from Philly

Young legend outta Queens, take over city to city

Honor thou mother, go to war for my brother

Giving sufficient funds to significant others

Went from poor now women screamin' for my signature

More war came from the bottom so I know the war

Never worn, always on, y'all niggas luke warm

Talking cash over salads, heavy croûtons

Cuban Linx's equivalent to having suits on

Stretch Maybachs 'til they bring the coupes on

[Hook]

Young & Gettin' It Lyrics - Meek Mill ft. Kirko Bangz

 [Intro: Kirko Bangz]

Young and I’m getting it, young and I’m getting it

Young and I’m getting it, young and I’m getting it

I’m just young and I don’t give a shit

I just want the money, y’all can keep them bitches

Cause I’m young and I’m getting it, I’m young and I’m getting it

[Hook: Kirko Bangz]

Ok, I wake up in the morning and I see dollar signs

And shawty wanna roll, I’m like oh man she fine

I got money all in my pocket and my Audermar on shine

So why you hating on me, huh, I’m just living my life

I’m just young and I’m getting it, young and I’m getting it

Young and I’m getting it, young and I’m getting it

I’m just young and I don’t give a shit

I just want the money, y’all can keep them bitches

Cause I’m young and I’m getting it, I’m young and I’m getting it

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]

Yeah, young nigga I get money and fuck hoes on my spare time

She don’t fuck on the first night, then she don’t meet my deadline

Niggas smokin that Bob Marley, that Bob Marley like Yea Mon

I’m sipping on the whole eighth of the purp shit, bed time

I cop foreigns like Jordans, y'all niggas ain’t important

Shawty want that molly, and I’ma get what she order

Tats all in my body, strapped up like a war

Eat the pussy I prolly, if it smell like water

Her neck talk say fuck me, my wrist talk say suck me

The niggas claiming they balling, I take your bitch Kris Humphries

And make them buy me a whip nigga, nothing less than the 6 nigga

Yall ran your mouth like hoes, all you are some bitch niggas

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]

Okay, your baby mama: I bought that, side chick: I bought that

Main chick: I bought that, and your dream girl just called back

I’m still repping that north side with that big P on my ballcap

These broke niggas don’t like me, cause they say I think I’m all that

Now Coon cop that ‘rarri, I don’t even feel salty

Niggas claimin my flows I should put these niggas on Maury

And I ain’t claming these hoes, have these haters looking all sorry

When I pulled up in that Roll’s, swag was surfing on ‘em like gnarley

I’m with 3 hoes like Santa Clause, and I’m the boss, Diana Ross

Hit you girl by mistake nigga, wasn’t even in my plan at all

I told homie I hit it there, these niggas wanna be planned all

Knowing that girl is main thang, that shit don’t like nigga, bang bang!

[Hook]

Rich and Famous Lyrics - Meek Mill Ft. Louie V

 [Intro: Meek Mill]

Aye, shorty I'mma tell you like this

I know you used to messing with them ordinary guys

But, uh

The way I'm getting money

I can introduce you to a lifestyle you gon' love forever

It's Double-M-G

[Hook: Louie V]

I wanna buy your love, tell me what it's gon' be?

I wanna buy your love, everything is on me

Lifestyle of the rich and the famous

Don't you wanna be rich and be famous?

Lifestyle of the rich and the famous

Don't you wanna be rich and be famous?

I wanna buy your...

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]

Riding through my city with a chick I used to lust

Bout to make a movie starring me, the two of us

Penthouse at the top floor, elevator shooters up

So I can eat that pussy for breakfast, dinner, and lunch

And uh, she been waiting all night for this hard pipe

I think she called twice

Before you knew it I pulled in she seen them fog lights

And I can see it in her face she had a hard night

Up and down that pole selling dreams, selling love

It was sort of like she serving fiends and selling drugs

Giving them a fix, body solid as a brick

With no baking soda on it I went raw every time I hit

Life's a bitch but I go deep up in that pussy Jerry Rice

And every time I'm in the building I ain't never like

She be on that pole, tryna chase her goals

Going up and down like that angel on that rose. Lord Knows!

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]

Shorty so pretty and that pussy so good

She used to say I was crazy, I was up to no good

Till I slid all in it, started fucking her good

Red bottom, I damn near had a crush in the hood

I slid up in the ass and she heard them pipes they was growling

Friends wanting to fuck me because they like how I'm styling

But I'm cool on the snaking cause I like when she smiling

We gon' leer in the air just to get right on an island

We ball harder, ball horrible out in Florida

Isabel Marant sneakers, you got all of them

Tatted up, passports just to cross borders

She calling me daddy and I ain't got a daughter

Said I'm cooler than them other dudes

Five racks just to get her Cinderella shoes

Hella Jewels, Money come in different revenues

Big Paper, your money smaller then that Kevin dude

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]

My chick bad, looking like a bag of money

She gripping on my H belt, but I tell her grab it for me

She was messing with me way before I had the money

You niggas playing games, I'm really getting mad money

Just to commentate, peep how I operate

I put your chick up in this ghost, Bet she cooperate

I really balling, tat em all up in and out of state

Been getting money for a while, I don't know how to hate

They call me racked up shorty, she can smell the Aura

Had her out in Bora exploring like she was Dora

Million dollar sponsor, spoiled her like my daughter

And put her in the game, She ain't fucking with lames

Who You're Around Lyrics - Meek Mill Ft. Mary J. Blige

 [Intro: Meek Mill]

One Night I prayed to God

I asked could he please remove the enemies from my life

And before you know it I started losing friends

[Hook: Mary J. Blige]

Somebody who you're around wants to clip your wings and shoot you down

But its okay to keep enemies close

As long as you know, just make sure you know who you're around

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]

Y'all was like my brothers

I considered y'all as folks

And I remember nights sipping liquor making toasts

Talking about the life, trying to get it slinging dope

Niggas say I changed, but you niggas changed first

And fuck all this money nigga, we was fam first

Looking at me ballin, know that instagram hurt

Cuz you was supposed to be that nigga in that damn ghost

I would have rolled for you even in the same herse

Same cemetary, burry me in the same dirt

We had a plan, but I guess it ain't work

"B.H we straight," that was the motto my nigga

I got rich first, you was supposed to follow my nigga

I'm gone

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]

And Dat Nigga Lil

Shit I can't believe you (not you)

That's what that syrup and that weed do?

And when I came home I tried to feed you

And every song I was yellin free you (Free Dat Nigga Lil)

And if you bled I was down to bleed too

Now when I ride by I breeze through

I don't even stop, ain't a need to

And you the one that left nigga, I ain't leave you

Shit got realer, niggas got richer

I said the money train coming, niggas missed it

I even tried to spin back around to come and get you

But niggas wanted more from me then my own sister

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]

They want more than my mother

More than Omelly, and that nigga like my brother

Greedy motherfucker

Crazy thing about it, I don't hate em, I still love em

I might have said things, I never said fuck em

But I'm a live my life, get the money, ball hard

Still sending earned money for his calling cards

Rick ain't complaining, he got life behind bars

And he still calling me, bet you he ain't calling y'all

Cuz none of y'all niggas ain't send him shit yet

None of y'all niggas send him pics yet

I'm still writing money orders, sending big checks

And remember when it rains, niggas get wet

Gone

[Hook]

[Outro: Meek Mill]

I still love niggas

But its like we just grew apart

If you don't grind, you don't shine

Half my niggas still around, and we all shining hard

Gone

Polo and Shell Tops Lyrics - Meek Mill

[Verse 1]

I remember nights I used to sell rock, posted on the corner like a mailbox

First class ticket to a cell block, just to get some Polo and some shell tops

Cold world and they say hell's hot

But it ain't hotter than that choppa when them shells drop

Man I seen niggas play that block and get they bell rocked

Cops cleared the scene and I was back by twelve o'clock

Tryna get it, Dickies on and my fitted

Gun in my draws, ducking the law, I'm all with it

Money, cars and clothes, I wanted 'em all nigga

I never was good at hoopin', I wanted to ball nigga

Cause the OG's sold keys and I had no cheese

Coppers lock me, beat me down like I was Cochise

Old fiends coppin' work through their old dreams

They got shattered, it ain't matter cause we thirst cream

Niggas serving niggas moms just to make a flip

Homies murder other homies just to make a brick

Most my niggas done got busted tryna take a hit

The feds were lurking, we was serving, they was taking flicks

[Hook]

This how it goes down in the jungle

Where niggas learn to shoot before they could rumble

Cops rushing, they gon' kick in the front door

And if they chase you better hope you don't stumble

I wanted Polo with some shell tops

I just wanted Polo and some shell tops

And I was out there tryna sell rocks

Cause I wanted Polo and some shell tops

[Verse 2]

I done seen close neighbors lose hope

Fall victim to the streets and start to use dope

I used to load my gun before I went to school first

It's crazy niggas wanna kill me, we was cool first

And when it comes to friends you can't let 'em too close

That's why they call 'em close friends, you turn your back they move first

And I just bought a new ghost, and a crib out on that new coast

And it all started from a dolla

Running from the law, scuffing up my Pradas

Crack all in my draws, tryna make a profit

All I wanted was some shells and some Polo for my closet, Awhhh

Drug money, turn to blood money

I only roll with niggas that'll take a slug for me

No matter what it is, I'mma pay that bExplainail money

To get my niggas right, my niggas for life!

[Hook]

Real Niggas Come First Lyrics - Meek Mill

[Intro]

Yea, see real niggas come first cuz we made to respect and we do what we want in these streets

And dope boys come second cuz money make the motherfucking world go round

And fly niggas come third cuz he might ain’t got no money but he still could pull the baddest bitch in the building

Killin these streets nigga

Treat the motherfucking ghost like a grand marquis

Walk up the leash, 20 deep and we order a feast

[Verse 1]

I come straight from the ghetto, I’m ballin hard as I wanna

And I’m thankful as ever, that we ain’t out on a coma

There been death in system, hear the ref with the whistle

Cuz these suckers is fowl, they disrespect us, we hit em

Niggas claiming they real, they wishing their gang official

They got me out in the field, a nigga back on his grizzle

Going hard with the hammers, my niggas all in the slammer

Niggas want catch me slippin but I don’t walk in banana

I’m outchea strapper than velcro and no I don’t sell dough

But I spit that raw shit, it’s like I sell coke

Put one in your hand nigga, like right where the shell go

Got one in a chamber yea we on point like your elbow

Bulletproof range when I pull and shoot things

Hit em close range, let em feel the blue flame

Every month I buy a new car, a new chain

And I don’t never fuck no bummy hoes then count the loose change

[Hook]

Real nigga come first (first) and dope boy come second (second)

Fly nigga come third and I keep birds all in my words (in my words)

I keep birds all in my words (and them people tapping my line man that shit bad for my nerves)

Real bitches come first (first), fat bitches come second (second)

Freak bitches come third and I keep birds all in my words

I got purchase all in my system and apple juice in my syrup

And these suckas talkin this money shit, y’all niggas got some nerve

[Verse 2]

I try to keep my bitches all on lay away (lay away)

And if you fuck me good you getting paid today (paid today)

That’s 40 on my wrist, you caught me 80k

And I ain’t got no ice in it, rollin out the light tinted

So these niggas see me (see me), sway em like graffiti (fiti)

I get what I wanna (wanna), like I own a genie (genie)

Niggas hatin on me (on me)

Know they wanna pin me at the table with my niggas, he is locked in with linguine

And that pussy smell like Fiji

Boy, I just go swimming

Everything but foreign from the porches to the women

Up early in the morning, with the coca, tryna flip it

Nigas say they want the money but they don’t want go and get it

That’s why real nigga come first (first), dope boy come second (second)

Fly nigga come third and I was out there on that curb

With that mailbox so in close with me, I’m picture red that I’m worth

Talkin late nights you don’t play right, that kitchen wearin that work

Go!

[Hook]

Real nigga come first (first) and dope boy come second (second)

Fly nigga come third and I keep birds all in my words (in my words)

I keep birds all in my words (and them people tapping my line man that shit bad for my nerves)

Real bitches come first (first), fat bitches come second (second)

Freak bitches come third and I keep birds all in my words

I got purchase all in my system and half a juice in syrup

And these suckas talkin this money shit, y’all niggas got some nerve

Believe It Lyrics - Meek Mill ft. Rick Ross

 [Intro: Rick Ross]

All I talk about is money

Cause that's all I know

[Hook: Rick Ross]

I gotta a bad bitch in my Chevy

Sellin Miley Cyrus in my brand new Monte Carlo

I got that Justin Bieber please believe it

A quarter million hangin' on my collar

A half a million in my duffle bag (duffle bag)

Now I'm riding in my Cadillac (Cadillac)

Hammers and the fucking vogues

I'm ridin' clean and I'm fuckin hoes (hah)

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]

Okay I woke up this morning, tryna get this money

Ya'll niggas was yawning and I'd made it by 20

I got young boys on that corner, I call what you got for me

He say I done moved the whole thing, couple rocks all I got on me

I say yeah nigga it's go, he say yeah nigga we on

I said I be on my way, break a brick down in our zones

And I got work, I got work

And I got pills, and I got purp

And I got goons that's on my team

And they gon' kill like I got murked

If I say so, and I say go

And they go ham, and I lay low

I drop that work off in that toaster

I let go of my eggo

And this for sale nigga

28 grams on my scale nigga

Come and get it all

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]

Hold on wait a minute

You got the realest and the richest niggas in the building

Feel me?

Whole nigga won't knock you off

Hate the way a nigga love to ball

All the war, common law

Straight killer thats mama fault

Dope boy in my DNA

Straight chips, Fritolay

8 clips, ay Jose

Hector my amigo straight

Don't want no beef, I may crack your taco

I'm screaming rest in peace, Griselda Blanco

I got that Justin Bieber please believe it

I ate that pussy can you keep a secret

Benzo on 4's nigga, countin' all my hoes nigga

That's all I knows nigga, that's all y'all hosed nigga

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]

I'm ridin' clean, I'm fucking hoes

I'm fuckin' hoes, I'm ridin' clean

Niggas sellin' that China white

Fuck around with that Yao Ming

Bad bitch and she talk dirty

Talk dirty, her mouth clean

I was sellin' that white shit

Ya'll niggas have boy scout dreams

Spend eighty-thou on my Rolly

Young nigga ball like Kobe

Riding round me and Chino

And my young nigga Goldie

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Limo thats my Rolly

Two-eleven on yo bitch

Turn yo ass she stole it

My neck look like a light show

My pocket, they need lipo

I stand tall, no iPhone

And them goons go wherever I go

Ya'll niggas pussy like dike hoes

All we know is get paid nigga

I ball hard like Lebron James

And Rozay D-wade nigga

[Hook]

Lay Up Lyrics - Meek Mill ft. Rick Ross, Trey Songz & Wale

 [Verse 1 – Meek Mill]

Shorty bad as my son is, pretty face and no stomach

Was the city’s most wanted ‘til I said gimme yo number

Youngest nigga I’m stuntin’, no more Civics from Honda

Money comin’ in bundles, that’s the reason she wanna

[Bridge – Trey Songz]

Lay up, lay up

Lay up, lay up

[Verse 1 Continued – Meek Mill]

I keep a vest on my chest, to cover my heart

I’d rather fuck in the light, ‘fore I make love in the dark

Cuz she was fuckin’ me right, it felt like love from the start

Was gettin’ money on tour, so we was lovin’ for fall

But first we go together then break up, tears drip on her makeup

Fuck all night ‘til we wake up, and like George Gervin we lay up

Cuz all them lies I made up, it’s big checks no pay cut

Floor seats in Florida, Heat game vs Lakers

Shorty on my team now, it was us versus them haters

And everybody they talk bad, when they talk that she take up

She Hermes all flavors, young boy get paper

And all I know is go hard, and every time I touch that ball I go swish

[Hook – Trey Songz]

She know it’s gametime when I do it like that

When I pass it to her baby throw it right back

She can get the lay up, all night

She be tryna lay up, all right

And when I shoot I don’t miss (don’t miss), I don’t miss (don’t miss)

I don’t miss when I do it now

She could get the lay up, all night

She be tryna lay up, all right

[Verse 2 – Rick Ross]

Sittin’ back with this paper fallin’ in my lap

Feelin’ isolated nothin’ but them hundred stacks

When your money up tell me who you’re supposed to trust

Every night a different woman, fuck your money up

My bank account in shape, I could run with Puff

I came to put you down shorty so what the fuck is up

Since I met her she can’t keep that pussy off me

On the pill, I’mma kill that pussy softly

Back to back time to show you how a gangster move

Keys to the pad, talkin’ infinity pools

V12’s ain’t a thang, time to change your name

Paper stuffed in her purse can’t hear her phone ring

[Hook]

[Verse 3 – Wale]

Homie picture me rollin’, all them bitches be on me

They be fishin’ for compliments, I’m just fishin’ off Boca

Made a grip off them vocals, got a gift with the vocals

So much over these ??? should have been on a poster

Infatuated to say the least

He lay it weak, I lay you once you lay a week

Wale a freak, he know it doe, no go with hoes

When it come to showin’, I am working with totem pole

That’s head on head, she give me head, I give her glow

I’m in her body, I’m in her head like quote unquote

The coldest flow, the flyest combination was voila

Au revoir to my rivals, double M genius shotta

[Hook]

[Verse 4 – Trey Songz]

From the night to the morn’, yeah she tryna lay

Got a freaky, freaky game and she tryna play

Couple more shots baby can you make it stay, stay up

Lay up, lay up

Might just slap the backboard, give you what you ask for

Lay up

Tony Story Pt. 2 Lyrics - Meek Mill

Paulie killed Tony right and Tony killed Ty so it was only right

Bring 'em back twenty years, they was homies, tight

Sixth grade, for the love of the paper ain't nothing nice

And Paulie just loving life

He got them birds and he serving niggas left and right

Never used to party in them clubs every night

Popping bottles, blowing paper

Balling hard, he know they hating

But they gon' respect it, cause he rocked Tony

And Tony had the hood on smash by his lonely

And Paulie getting money so them bitches all on him

And his young boys riding, they ready to fall for him

Cause word on the street that Paulie did that

Used Key gold digging ass to get back

Text him through her phone, found out where he live at

She woke up in the morning like, I never sent that

But she never told Paulie what she saw

She was running her mouth, fitting to start a war

Cause Tony's little brother sixteen and up the wall

Robbing everything moving and breaking every law (LOOORD)

And Paulie on a rise now

Niggas that played the middle picking sides now

Plus he heard Tony's brother trying to ride now

So he put a check up on his head, he gotta die now

Paulie's youngest on the corner

Tony's little brother he slipping, yea he's a goner

Fucking with that lean, he dipping one in the morning

Shots fired, niggas scatter without a warning

He strapped too, reach and fixing to get up on 'em

The gat jam, he bang back trying to avoid 'em

Them niggas dumping, he get up running and hitting on 'em

He hit the alley, get a body he dipping on 'em

Said it's on now, try and kill 'em it's war now

Swisher in his mouth while loading his four pound

Feeling like he dead there ain't no remorse now

Getting high and he thinking 'bout kicking in doors now

Momma and little kids get on the floor now

Finger on the trigger he feel that it's going down

Old ladies gotta hear that thunderstorm sound

Cause they sad when it rain it really gon' pour down

And it's raining like Katrina, he got thirty in his nina

Seen Paulie car dropped thirty in his beamer

Paulie wasn't in it when he heared it he was steaming

Addicted to the murder so you know that nigga fiendin'

And he want this nigga dead before Sunday hit

But youngin' tryna live on some Sunday shit

And time fly fast it was Monday quick

And paulie bout to get back on his gunplay shit

And show 'em how it's done so he loadin' up his gun

And show this young nigga he fuck with the wrong one

Got a short temper and clutchin' the long gun

And it's on sight he don't give a fuck if the law come

So he out here

Ridin' dirty put down them birdies

And without fear niggas lurking

They tryna murder heared he out there

Niggas spin 'em they tryna hit 'em

Hitting every corner seeing niggas but he ain't with 'em

Youngin' layin' low he know Paulie ain't playin' though

There's money on his head and niggas is sayin' go

But youngin' he ain't scared, he cool as a fan though

He know it's get down with that burner or end up a tag-toed

It was four in the morn', Paulie goin' home

Windshields wiping, middle of the rain storm

And Paulie he ain't slipping yeah he got that thang on

You know what he did to Tony he won't get the same song so

When he hit the crib he spin the block before he park it

Paulie ain't bitch at all Paulie just cautious

But little did he know niggas in the streets talking

And out his rear view it's like he seen a reaper walking

Nigga with a hoodie all you hear is heaters sparking

Shot hit the window get low he tryna off him

Youngin' boxed him in and Paulie can see the coffin

He get to reaching, trigger squeezing, trying get him off him

Them shots ringing youngin' squeezing clip empty

That's when Paulie rose like Derrick, put six in him

Walked down on him he laying in a puddle

Looked him in the face, "you ain't learn from your brother nigga?"

Traumatized Lyrics - Meek Mill

 [Verse 1]

It really hurt me when they killed Shotty

I was locked down in my cell and I had to read about it

And when they killed Diddy, left him out in Philly

We was young and gettin' money, man we used to run the city

We was rockin' all them shows, fuckin' all them hoes

And when they killed Darryl, Renee had to see him froze on the ground

Downtown, I can hear the sounds now

When she walked up to that casket seen her son and fell down

I drop tears for my niggas that ain't here

And still think about you even though that it been years

Cause half the niggas that I grew up with is all dead

All this pain and all this stressin' I should have a bald head

Cause when my Aunt Rhonda died she looked Tock in his eyes

Saw death comin', when she seen it she just cried

Prolly part of the reason we drink and we get high

When I find the nigga that killed my daddy know I'mma ride

Hope you hear me, I'mma kill you nigga

To let you know that I don't feel you nigga

Yeah, you ripped my family apart and made my momma cry

So when I see you nigga it's gon' be a homicide

Cuz I was only a toddler, you left me traumatized

You made me man of the house and it was grindin' time

So I'mma let this flame hit you just to let this pain hit you

And for all them cloudy days I'mma let this rain hit you nigga

[Hook]

I know (x8) (Sample)

You ripped my family apart and made my momma cry

So when I see you nigga it's gon' be a homicide

I know (x8) (Sample)

So I'mma let this flame hit you just to let this pain hit you

And for all them cloudy days I'mma let this rain hit you nigga

[Verse 2]

And I ain't ready

Niggas wanna murder me I'm ridin' around heavy

I think they wanna wet me like New Orleans and the levees

But I got this mac elevy, these niggas'll never get me

Lord knows, I got alotta homies in the dirt

Niggas sprayin' metal tryna take you off the earth

Really over nothin', tell me what it's worth

Tryna take you out the game just to put you on a shirt

I Rose from the jungle like Derrick

Death to anybody that oppose my spirit

My future lookin' brighter than this rose I'm starin' at

We be runnin' trains on the hoes y'all cherish

Rest in peace to my niggas, I swear I miss them to death

My hammer sing murda music, I'll let you listen to death

I'll have you walk with the reaper when hollows rip through your chest

Cause if you throw 'em I throw back like Mitchell & Ness

I'm gone

[Hook]

I know (x8) (Sample)

You ripped my family apart and made my momma cry

So when I see you nigga it's gon' be a homicide

I know (x8) (Sample)

So I'mma let this flame hit you just to let this pain hit you

And for all them cloudy days I'mma let this rain hit you nigga

[Verse 3]

Man my life so real

Last night I went to sleep and woke up with the chills

Started with a dollar now I got a couple mil

And I make a hundred thousand every time a nigga spill

Man I almost got murked in front of the same church

My dad got carried in, family got married in

That was in my older days, this is now, that was then

Had the block jumpin' for them dollars, Shawn Marion

Young nigga gon' get my own that's why I'm arrogant

Homie need the bail, for them bonds we'll bury 'em

Lock 'em like a terrier

Breakin' all barriers

Just to beat the trial we go miles like Darius

Cause cops tryna catch me, niggas tryna clap me

Haters runnin at me, know they wanna get at me

And people got the nerve to ask why I don't look happy

I did it for my niggas, and I did this shit for Kathy

[Hook]

I know (x8) (Sample)

You ripped my family apart and made my momma cry

So when I see you nigga it's gon' be a homicide

I know (x8) (Sample)

So I'mma let this flame hit you just to let this pain hit you

And for all them cloudy days I'mma let this rain hit you nigga

Young Kings Lyrics - Meek Mill

 [Verse 1]

Money make the world go round

And all the pretty girls go down

And I still roll round through my old hood in my new whip

All white ghost I call it my cool whip

Hundred on my neck lookin’ like I move bricks

My life is like a movie, every day a new script

And ain’t it funny how this money make a mood switch

Cuz they be talkin’ beef, I be up in Ruth’s Chris

Who is this at the door, I think it’s the devil don’t let him in

Just rap and take my niggas to places we never been

And when it comes to cake I get it like Entenmann's

With the heart of a lion, no lyin’ I never been

No ??? for these fuckboys

On my second mil and I ain’t talkin’ lunch boy

Glock 30 ridin’ dirty in this ??? boy

Cuz I could treat you like a prison get you touched boy

No homo

Before I had a deal I was poppin’, no promo

All of a sudden all these bad bitches want a photo

M’s in my account and M’s in the logo

So everytime I spend a hundred k I scream YOLO

[Hook]

Young kings, young kings

I be rollin’ with some young kings, young kings

And all we know is one thing, one thing

Get the money nigga fuck fame, and fuck fame

I be rollin’ with some young kings, young kings

Rollin’ with some young kings, young kings

And all we know is one thing, one thing

Get the money nigga fuck fame, and fuck fame

[Verse 2]

Crowns on my wrist and my head

And I’mma ball hard in this bitch ‘til I’m dead

It’s money on my mind, make me put it on your head

And have your own homies lookin’ at you like you’re bread

Tryna eat nigga, I’m from Philly so you know I play for keeps nigga

Six pallbearers, six feet deep nigga

No insurance you been sitting six weeks nigga

Big 40 knock you right up out your sneaks nigga

Young kings, all I know is one thing

Live life, one dream, started in the drug game

Where they never make it out unless you got a gun gang

Walkin’ through my city but it’s lookin’ like I run things

Runnin’ shit, diarrhea

And ever since my dad died I ran out of fear

G5 through the sky boy we outta here

Sippin P&J fresh from out the PJ

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

I still wake up go and get it, youngin on a mission

Cuz when niggas was eating they left me to do the dishes

But I’m different, I still put ‘em on just to show ‘em right

I used to be the dark child but now I glow at night

I keep a milli by my side because we both alike

Try and keep that nigga out the field cuz he be throwin’ white

Dishin’ d, tryna get rich as me

I’m worth a couple million man that shit was meant to be

20 gold chains on, shit I think I’m Mr. T

If I could live my life again I wouldn’t do it differently

Prolly bring my father back, just so he could witness me

Back up in my zone I swear my haters is history

Bitches say they missin’ me, I never fall for it

Cuz they just miss the money, they know I go hard for it

And if my niggas need it, I tell ‘em come for it

Cuz when it comes to me, they shootin’ like a small forward, swish

[Hook]