Meek Mill - Bat Cave Radio Freestyle lyrics

I tell em, I say One yourself when 2 n***as run up with 3 gats A four, five, six shots, seven like eight claps Da nine milli throw ten shots where ya face at And the MAC 11 tucked in where da 12 gauge at When I was 13 had 14 grams of ajax Turned 15 start spitting 16s of straight crack By 17, 18th street where I played that 19 n***as on the corner with 20s and they strapped Playin with my money like playin with my emotions Floatin off that water like I'm layin in da ocean Roastin, I make you disappear, hocus-pocus We leave these s**as like they Jerry Rice, wide open In da field to get real, ya block slow-motion And the bills rollin in just like a coasta Gotta catch a n***a sleepin late night, stick em with the toaster Make him put it all in like he was playin poker Cause I remember days, nights, I couldn't even think right n***as gettin murked out I'm clutchin on that thing tight I wouldn't even blink like Blink once, blink twice Cause that'd get ya life snatched Faster than a Tyson match Pull up to the scene So fresh, so clean In a 7-4 pound, with the windows rolled down Like 20 on my neck, feel like the king, no crown I be Prada down enough and all my year be low down Red horse, red stripes Red porshe, red lights Tell me stop cause I'm k**in em Got chains like a millions Lames they not feelin em, but tell em keep hatin Praying on my downfall, tell em keep waitin I be here, I be there Wear them rocks on rocawear I'm so fly without no leer Why would I lie? No I don't care I ride that fire without no fear, keep that choppa on deck If a hater run up on me hit him up with no rat It's big business, big bills, and big choppas Cherry red Challenger, lookin like a lobster All blacks D's on it, hoes holla Slidin through your area Why is they comparin us? Serious, numbers on my check look like a serial And I still got the block jumpin, Shawn Marion I said a hater disrespect me then I'm airin em He don't dig me where I from we just bury em We count money, f** b**hes, go super hard Maybach, layed back, looking like a super star Diamonds on my neck, shining on em like a shooting star 30 in the clip it's got me feeling like a shooting guard Stop me, small but I'm co*ky 2 40s give a s**a 80 like Shockey Pull up in the hood 4 door Mazeradi Jewels on flashy like a paparazzi Copy, I be probably in the hills out in Cali In the million dollar crib eatin on shrimp and brocolli Watch me, Pilladels Flyer, no hockey Tell your chick to google me, she can dot com me She ain't gotta chase me, just tell her myspace me And maybe she can find me, so I can get behind it Heard I got a deal so now she joe me like sloppy Got the goons on deck, they ride hard like Kowazakis They ride hard, I said they ride hard I say we be the freshest Jury be VVSes Kated by DTSes Like Khalid sh** we the best and I tell em hoes I don't wanna talk, just leave a message Automatic stash boxes so they can see the weapons But I be DC reppin, Grand Hustle the muscle No me don't love these girls, I just love when I f** em I just ah, no me don't love these girls, I just love when I f** em Let me keep it clean, holdup what I say? I said, I said, said I got money on my mind, change on my membrane Insane, in the kitchen with it got the whip game Similar to Gordon, throw it in the pyrex Like can I get your order? Ounces to the quarter Omelly pushed the rock, I pushed the haze power forward 20s have a n***as floatin like he in the water Sure ya, we got bundles for a Goya A bean my n***a, if you need I get it for ya This sawyer on my hip, tinted in the rora Bad lil chick with me, looking like Kimora Lead that's me in the pocketbook to yora Long pretty hair a** juicy and Coutura 20s, 50s, hundreds, n***a that's all up in my money grip We chewin like it's double mint That 40 got a double clip Automatic magnum like a condom with a rubber grip And these s**as step up out of line and we gon f** em up I hug that strip, on the block, with that Yao Ming Those oh-yous put them on a higher plain like Al Green Now I mean, ay ay, they hear when I talk Got that white girl and that green lady like Fairmount park And this n***a think he G, I bet he fear when I spark Put some hot sh** in his tea, he be layin out, chalk Where he at? There he go Pull up on that n***a slow Got that ruga clip like rula shootin like a video And we be ridin, ridin, slippin, slidin All through the city with that semi right beside him Ballin like Jimmy, and that n***a try and try him We catch em when they slippin, homicide em I said now they start and stop and frisk us, n***as gettin childish But really they ain't stoppin sh**, that's just gon get a cop in here We're competent, common sense, cause n***as, they rock this sh** From where they forever hate,you'll never get a compliment I'd rather do a 5 to 10, n***a fore I lose my life Go out in a blaze of glory, squezing with my trigga tight Young loke, and gun smoke, and done choke, and n***a Raised by the rat's roaches, real youngen holdin coke State they gave my man life, Feds they gave my man 10 Messin with this dirty game feel like I'm on a dead end Like damn where my n***a Rick Damn where my n***a Brick As time flies I think about you, know you tired and sick of it Then they said my n***a snitched, I could neva see that Talkin that they got statements on him, hold let me read that Believe that Was gettin high off of life, about to relapse Gud gang, aka them Ladder boys, we back We back I ain't playin I said I don't make it rain, I ain't rich I ain't got a milli, I ain't trynna chase a b**h Yeah I got signed, but I ain't got them bricks And I still step up in the club feelin like I'm Mitt We got Squally in the building, he be there strapped Omelly outside and he let out with the Mac Me I'm in the crowd, just chillin fallin back Peepin out the scene, I see a hater I react Like you don't want no problems We come with them choppas They call us the Ladder Boys cause we get it poppin We don't do no robbin, all we do is grind Hustle from the muscle n***a, save up every dime Everybody know I'm bout to blow like a bomb, boom Pull up in the '96 Impala, vroom Hammers in the stash box dirty, broom The holster in the pa**enger, gansta, goon Yeah I do my thang Uh, I said, I said Yeah I be on some sh**, yeah I do my thang I ain't gon give em that, Imma let Raw give em that man I do my thang man, shout out to my boy Oskee My boy Oskee, my boy Oskee Hold on, hold up I said, they gave my n***a 20 years, man that wasn't even right Got him in the Hell hole, livin at the speed of light Prayin that the time fly by so he can see the light See his kids meet a wife, all over a key of white But why you think they take that time from you, cause you need it right? And you can't get it back, so how they givin people life? Like you gon live again, grow up be a kid again That's why I never waste time, I cherish every minute in Pray that God faithful though Man half that sh** I make, I blow I don't even take it slow Cause any given day could go And I could see my d**h date, feel my last breath take That's why I go and get it now I be like sh** wait Die young, and the bag don't even last that Where the young n***as 16 and over die fast at I was made there, raised there but moved past that Livin at the speed of light, it looked like a flash back I don got money, went broke then got the cash back Had it I was cool though, lost it I got laughed at That's why I never ever cherish nothin I can have back Thankful for my life though, I wish I could stash that sh** I'm just livin at the speed of light Ballin hard to see the light Be here today, to cease tonight I just hope when God come arrest me that he read my rights, read my wrongs, ah Rest in peace to Shotty too man. Rest in peace all my boys man Free the whole State Road. Man, when you get out here man, all my boys that's booked, man when you get out here do Your thing man Jail ain't for nobody man. It's Meek Milli, I'm in the building, Bad K studio man, Flamerz All day. Y'all want some more? I say, hold up I'm on my grind I hustle everyday And I won't 9 to 5 but you can get that 9 for 5 We got that ye, ay ay bae bae, come around my way Everything be a-okay Even quarters has some ozs n***as know we got that way But ay ay ay I remember dog we used to be slaves Now we whip that white like it's Kuntakente Ay, all we know is hustle get payed Grind from the muscle just to lay up in the shade Cause I'm the man in my city And nobody f**ing with me I be rollin through your hood ridin shotty with the semi They be rollin on that good, I be poppin on that henny Ridin tinted in the SR, tu with that hemi See that bad chick? That's all me I be in it From the front and from the back I say this and she do that I step in, they like "Who dat?" That's Meek Milli and them boys Brought them choppas in the building we be really making noise Said we be really making noise We brought them choppas in the building we be really making noise, boy!