Meek Mill - Five Fingers of d**h Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1: Meek Mill] You ain't living how I live s**a That's why I flex on n***as they never did love us I'm putting checks on n***as even my kid's mother And you ain't real if you gon' let them kids suffer n***as k**ed your cousin and you ain't did nothing Expect run to the cops and tell them pigs something Thirty two in my Glock I'm trying to bend something I could murder these n***as like I'mma win something But they don't make war for that There's friends with double edge knives putting swords to back Velour is black, Balenciagas on I'm strapped I put my dawgs onto money and on the map You want to see me extending my hand that boy's a rat And I don't party in them clubs where informants at Cause they watching, and the listening And they plotting with they people they whispering [Verse 2: Meek Mill] It don't get no realer Sixteen with a body he a k**er Running around with a stick like Donatello Man these n***as out to murder for that chedder I'mma tryna tell ya n***as scheme for that green paper Hommies k**ing hommies over fiend paper Hommies k**ing hommies over leaned paper [Verse 3: Meek Mill] There should be the real n***a Grammys Where we buy Rollies and treat them like trophies You'll never understand me You ain't come where I come from n***as on Xannies, mommy on crack how we going to feed the family Might as well start selling it, everybody inhaling it Young, black, and intelligent what they should have been telling us But they was locking us in a cell with a stranger for them to raise us and wonder why we rebellious n***as going through pain I was missing from school cause I was going through things Now I'm getting this money feel like I'm going through change n***as driving me crazy they threw it all for the fame [Verse 4: Meek Mill] Money ain't the root of all evil its attention now Knocking down schools in my city to bring a prison 'round They k**ed Chinx Drugz in his own city They k**ed Lil Snupe in his own city Wonder why I don't be in my own city I don't know if n***as gone clap for me or going to k** me Still living lavish and they still wonder why I act savage All these guns and automatics Still gonna murder these n***as that want to have it Before they have me miss my son's football practice f** y'all n***as that k**ed Lil Snupe And when we run into y'all n***as we gone k** y'all too I still pray every young n***a feel that coupe Cause young n***as feel like me, I feel like you Fifty shades of grey, want to do me like Freddie I pray to god, load my chopper, tell them n***as I'm ready [Verse 5: Meek Mill] In the middle of the summer In the middle of the summer In the middle of the summer Summertime nights out and we bring them bikes out You could turn the lights out cause we got all this ice out We up in here serious going crazy Young boys getting to the [?] Looking at the media they say I got a baby On the way by Nicki I'm thinking the media crazy Young n***a getting to the money Dreams Worth More Than Money it ain't funny Started from the bottom I remember I ain't have a dollar I bought my first Impala Then I bought a Rolls Royce cause I came up from the bottom they ain't give me no choice Judge gave me five months in jail, felt like I was in Hell Twenty three I was in the cell [Verse 6: Meek Mill] Sorry your honor if I was too arrogant, that money was staggering They locked me PC with them trannies and rat, man that sh** was embarra**ing Twenty three hours in the cell by myself, man you couldn't imagine it They fed me some sh** I wouldn't feed to my dog, man that sh** was the nastiest Can you imagine me losing my mind Doing push ups 52 at a time Do the whole deck just to get through the time Just to get back to my son and get back to my mom Cause Papi keep asking me where am I at I told him in jail and I said I'll be back He said when you back can you get me from school sh** like that there turn boy to a goon On to the graveyard its only one stop We live fast die from gun shots And in this lifestyle we sling dope, bust Glocks Why you think we say f** cops Cause when they lock us up all the fun stop And when the ice cream truck come it wouldn't stop So for them little babies all the fun stops They turn to goons and we post on the corner like a bus stop Waiting on the state bus 'til the cuffs lock They put shackles on us like j**elry we say f** rocks Cause all we ever wanted was to sell blocks To get a little real estate to sell blocks Until we got a little taste of cell blocks And try to turn to God when these cells lock Have mercy on me touch down catch a case trying to sell rock And we didn't want to believe that Hell's hot My mom told me you might as well stop Cause you can't ride your weight when the wells drop And your waters off and your bills due And your sh** stank smell like mildew Cause you got wet all up and left there cause them little n***as done k**ed you [Verse 7: Meek Mill] In the kitchen like grandma Put these b**hes on stand by When it come to getting this money f** everything no playing time If you real n***a you can't mind Real n***as we can't die Christian Loubs on their period cause their soles blooded like a tampon I used to pray to God to get a brick n***a Prayed to God to be a rich n***a Prayed to God to get a brand new Rollie All flooded on my wrist n***a Timing is everything I love all my n***as and my family is loyal I'm buying them everything Put Papi through college and everything [Verse 8: Meek Mill] I go out of my way to go out of my way I give my momma a thousand a day Like Benihana's we chopping the weight Cause we get that work put the profit away How would you feel if you came up from nothing and one hundred mil just a comma away My youngins got youngins that got in the game Cause we was out trapping when doctor was Dre Rollie diamond the face Look how I bust down the band I might slide to your and stop in the A Hold up, look how I just took this b**h take her straight to the mall have her shopping away Hold up, what you want some red bottoms Balenciagas [?] sh** I'm about to get some head out her I have her t**ng for a n***a that's cardio I could k** all these rappers on audio Video tape it and record it though I park my whip in the handicap, why is that, cause that b**h retarded though I could do the Bently or the Rolls call the audible Switch it up but I probably do the Rarri though Pick it up I forgot how that go [Verse 9: Meek Mill] None of you n***as put fear in my heart, we only fear going broke And none of you n***as put fear in my heart, we cut your head by the throat Never would hang with you s**ers and rats, unless its a chair and a rope Come in my city we live like the Mafia, and b**h I'm the head to the boat Million dollar dreaming, really I was scheming Feeling like a [?] when I'm off the lean I said why you talking we don't back and forth with n***as I feel like I'm Venus n***a I fill up arenas, get on my level Get on my level and maybe we hear all that sh** that you talking I heard you say you running the city and seen you in traffic and n***as was walking