Flash Back - Meek Mill

Kenny Lee on the track

The way I’m flowin'

Keep it goin

I rip up the beat then I sew it, back together

Rap forever, its Philly

Whilly, Now tell your favorite rapper that I’m tryna kill him, Really

I’m in the porsche drop, 911 Porsche box

They can never eat me like a muslim and a pork chop

Of course not, I’m dunkin' until the court drops

Like B. Grif, I eat shit and hoarse blocks.

HA!

Flame Spitta you a lame nigga

You can’t compare a G4 to a Plane nigga

Thats like versing a peddle bike into a train nigga

Like Earl Boykins and letting Lebron James stick him HA!

It don’t make no sense

How your label kick you out like you ain’t paid no rent

Always been a star player, I ain’t play no bench

Let these hoes be hoes

I dont say no bitch NAH!

I be going rambo

Paws on the pork, but I be going HAM though

Riding on the beat like a mother fucking lambo

Hard Like X with, a '98 Cam flow

Sigel on the Roc, Nas on illmatic

I’m still at it

No matter my choice know Phil back it and cool with it

Still to the jab I move with it, I’m cool fritted

Flyer than most but goon with it and still hood

Honor roll swag real good

Diamond all on your neck but your album is stillwood

Money my medicine, It be making me feel good

They lock me inside a cell, ain’t matter I still stood

As tall as Yao Ming, Gasol, Bynum, and Shaq

I’m rocking with rozay, Now they know that I’m back

I’m whippin' in '62 and I ain’t talking about crack

I’m talking about that thang 360 stacks

360 Days with 5 more I grind on

On my bag get my shine on

Bail money only thing I dropped a dime on

I tell them to get on the level that I’m on

Was tellin' you how I’m moving out

Someone call the fireman just to cool me out

I’m hot smokin' really I’m not jokin'

Rapping automatic cause really they not smokin'

Put them in the booth kapoof Hokus Pokus

I make magic, Like the Lake Magic

But them in the water I drown em lake placid

And I got bars like I took the jail with me

When they let me out of prison I just took a cell with me

I ain’t got to drop an album, do a tape to sell 50

I be blazin' in the booth tell your artist trail with me

They got a nigga on trial, they said I murdered the beat

They feel my pin and my pad my finger prints on the sheet

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He’s in court for murder of the beat he just rapped over, and his finger prints

on his pad that he wrote is raps are the evidence.

Guilty as Charged judge.

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