Jahlil Beats - Power 105.1 Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1: Meek Mill] I can never lose, chess or checkers make a move Drippin' in them j**els like I just got out the pool Skinny n***a sittin' on that money like the j**s Only time we make it to the TV if it's the news We was tryna make it out them trenches, you dig? Young n***as trappin' out them benches, you dig? You gon' be a felon or a witness, you dig? All this money, murderin' is senseless, it is f** 'em and tell 'em if I ain't gon' feed 'em All this money I'm gettin', prolly ain't gon' need 'em n***as said that we beefin', prolly ain't gon' see 'em I'm just pushin' them bu*tons on 'em and they gon' leave him That's that drumma sound, drumma sound Bodies droppin' in the summer now, don't come around I'm in Philly where n***as totin' them millies They pop 'em just like they wheelies You s**ers'll never feel me, I understand it Pitch the rock we never underhand it Clear-port we got another landin' Touchdown in Miami another Patek that's another Grammy I never put the money over family Pussies they forever fear me That money made me a monster No more noodles we eatin' pasta Dick [?] rappers they eat lobster We been eatin' steak n***a we mobsters [Verse 2: Mel Love] We Dreamchasers, laser that beam-chaser We need paper, scrapers, I'm speed racer Told that b**h [?] [?] 80 n***as so fake, they out of order Hold the work it could swim and take all the water [?] motherf**in' the [?] shark in the water We done came from all the muscle My n***a came from a quarter To a motherf**in' stone, puttin' in a order Or puttin' n***as on order [?] Serve the work up out the drop I'm puttin' in on the order Tryna get this rap money, and stack it like trap money But others like crack money Let's get that work from the border Tryna line up and get it, [?] I'ma line up all my n***a and f** it I won for them What I want for myself and f** it don't need no help All that we ever had, we all that we ever got Came from onions and soda Baking soda and pots Arm and Hammer that's yolla, tryna bang on the block Workin' shifts on the boat, runnin' around the clock But f** it I've been so hot Send all these n***as Chasers the squad I be different the f** off my dick I'm in my nine n***as trippin' Gon' slide on who, n***as weak And I don't fear no man so let's beef n***a [Verse 3: Meek Mill] Its a war goin' outside nobody safe from Layin' where its no opportunity had to make some Said it wasn't room in them rooms had to take some When I got my foot in the door brought my day ones A1s and they got tecs like Draymond Chef like Raekwon, in the kitchen with napalm flame sh** Bad b**h with me gettin' her slay on Let me in this b**h I'ma stay on Any n***a in the way we'll pull that k on Fill his clothes up with holes tell him get his J on, Yeezus I'm too rich to be this reckless Spent two bricks just on my necklace, I'm just coutin' my blessings Young n***a started with nothin' cause I was destined f** n***a runnin' the game I can't accept it Think about it, now that Trump won the election They gon' try and box us out like the Mexicans, ándale Runnin' the ye, see the cops go the other way I just bought my dawg a brick like the other day He couldn't get his momma nothin' on Mother's Day So I put him on help him get his money straight, that's gang Let me get it n***as say they be with me, but I don't be with n***as Diamonds shinin' like a [?] all my pieces hitin' lit Them n***as broke they can't be beefin' with us Put some respect up on my name all tree them n***as I got a fetish for Lamborghinis and fettuccine Bad b**hes that never see me want to double team me Triple double get what I want like I own a genie Aladdin, my b**h look like Jasmine f**in' with that n***a and you know he told I'm the realest n***a on the totem pole Chasin' down the money 'til I overload Two bad b**hes on the menu I take both of those I don't care if they was real sisters n***as broke talkin' like they real n***as Only thing that's real about 'em is that they real bitter And real salty f** 'em That's what we on too Make sure you go get that YG Still Brazy We came through the trenches As YG when he was 23 he was givin' me Glocks like it was water [Verse 4: Meek Mill] Let me [?] an acapella before we get out of here We gon' get to that sh** when we get back Ten years of probation, that's 3650 days sh** How I'm supposed to make it I'm tryna work and they givin' me violations Shackles on my ankles still runnin', dreamin', and chasin' Runnin' out of patience, sick and tired of waitin' My n***as turned they back to the streets and I really hate it Fathers wasn't lovin' they sons filled 'em with hatred Put them white cops in hood knowin' they racist Settin' us up for failure, made us rebellious Judge slammin' that hammer and nailed us We was sheltered by section 8 'Member nights when n***as barely ate Oodles of noodles that was every day Askin' for a second chance like askin' momma for a second plate They hit my n***as twice they other day We ain't grow up like the Jenners the only choice we had was f** with Ye Sometimes it make me want to run away Sometimes I see my people struggle and I want to stay Got me thinkin' will I ever put this gun away No, I'm just tryna stay alive and survive through the rain and the fire All this pain in my eyes Wrote this verse with my blood see the stains on my palm We got stains on our record so we can't get a job Learned the game from my mom She told me everybody ain't gon' make it and that's why I stay to my motherf**in' self and get this money n***a Dreamchasers you already know we in the motherf**in' buildin' n***a Clue what's up, New York City what the f** is up We in this b**h We visualize and dream and growin' up and being kings k**in' for currency out to get it any means so it seems And the good die young, at early teens in between In the hood I'm from, we don't believe we could believe Babies survivin' off c**a leaf that dope and weed They lock us up and they throw the keys where Nobody can find 'em and location anonymous Man judgin' man, man beggin' that your honor give a chance Sons followin' the steps of fathers and Fathers go to jail sons followin' behind 'em and Sentence with no commas its just periods behind 'em and If you got a felony just kiss goodbye to colleges cause ain't nobody hirin' Fill an app try again [?] back to sellin' weed and movin' crack 'til your retirement [Outro: Meek Mill] Yo what up its your boy Meek Milli Get ready for Clud Radio you know what time it is in this b**h n***a let's it, double M G, DC, Dreamchasers we in the buildin' n***a We ain't even got no more rap, we k**in' sh** we ain't doin' no talkin' on the interviews we out n***a