Meek Mill - Kendrick You Next lyrics

[Intro: 2Pac Interview] So okay, you want to see some macho sh**? I'm the most macho n***a out here. I thought you n***as knew, I'm the most thuggish n***a out here. I have no mothaf**in' fear… I have no fear, I have only ambition, and I want mine, and I will do anything to protect and feed my family [Verse 1] First off, f**ed your b**h n***a get a blood test You a upset n***a, where the love at? When we talking 'bout Philly know I f**ing run that Same place I've been up corners you can never come back You fraud n***a, ball like I'm Chrissy Paul n***a I cross n***as, when you hate it cause you lost n***a You soft n***a, then you disrespect a boss, n***a You dissin' to get you on, that'll get you off n***a Broad n***a, and you was screamin' "come to my hotel" n***a, we was slingin work out the motel! No scale, Barry Reese, I know you so well I caught your chick, I pulled that b**h like she a coat tail Let's keep it trilla, you ain't never make a dope sale You ain't never played that corner--make a coke sale On a late night, swimmin with the great whites You was rockin' durags - big T's fake Mike's Boy you had a wild week, shoppin' on Can*l Street Same place you bought your fake chain and your time-piece How we gon' believe you? n***a I should lead you! Talkin' "PC" that was never Beanie Sigel! That was never ME, why you lying to the people? I was locked down, still doing sh** illegal Running around in jail like: I ain't give a hell when You was on PC locking it with males [Interlude] And I ain't got time for this sh**, let me get another one [Verse 2] 23 and 1 never get to see the sun Had to get a gla** visit just so you could see your son Took a deal on your homie, cause you couldn't beat the gun They was tryna give you life, man you know that wasn't right Then you left him in the hood, on his head he had a price You ain't even give a call, other n***as shot him twice n***as trynna get a buzz off my name for some likes Dead rapper, I'm at you, I'mma give you one tonight Ca**idy, boy you so trash to me Do the math I dissed you, that's subtract to me You ain't poppin, what the f** could you add to me You just another dead body, another casualty I'm in the streets, so I do this beat casually And I ain't even write this sh**, why you mad at me? Cause you nursery rhyming, flow perfectly timing And I'm giving gas, I'm in the Aston that Swizzy designed Now beat it, I know you're heated but I know you need it I got that Justin Bieber please believe it, n***a I know you see it They play piano at your viewing, let Alicia key it I asked Swizzy "could she do it?" he said "n***a, beat it" Swizz don't f** with you, Melo didn't either You f**ed that check up, you bit the hand that feed you And you was 6 feet, you got me digging deeper Hold up, let's switch the beat so I can spit some Ether [Interlude] Oh sh**! You purple dickie wearing durag Over sized fitted, fake Air 1 wearing n***a [Verse 3] I say, come on with your soft a**, all you n***as all trash Couldn't bet a 100 grand, n***a that's a small tab I'mma hit him where it hurts, this gon' make his dog mad This verse gon' hit this n***a harder than that car crash That you should've died in, I'm mad that you survived it But I came to murder you and have you scuba diving Swimming with the fishes, all you n***as is b**hes Dick riders knocking on the wood, superstitious Pause that, I'm all that, I'm really in the trenches And when I see you n***a I'mma have you jumping fences Cutting through the alleys, you must be on the molly Sniffing all that white sh** and f**ing with that Bobby Come to your hotel and meet you in the lobby Just to Worldstar you and do you just like Tommy Hearns did Martin, I burn in the Martin That Aston when I start it like a lion when its roaring Boy you lying, you ain't touring, you can't even get a show sh** you like a pound of reggie, they can get you for the low And I'm like a brick of Diesel, it cost 60 for the flow You ain't a gangsta, you a wa*ksta, n***a 50 even know [Verse 4] You say you a gangsta but you never pop nothing And you locked your homie out when you heard the cops coming Rapping for a longtime, n***a you ain't got nothing You ain't wanna battle Mook neither, n***a stop fronting Damn homie, in high school you was the man homie f** happened to you? You had a doghouse with a doghouse in the backyard Now you living in a doghouse in the backyard n***a I was broke then, now I got Black Card Your career maxed out, you're sh** like mac card Easy n***a, I talk greasy n***a And I'mma stunt on Instagram just to tease you, n***a [Outro] Couple months we at the funeral I swear to God that sh** was beautiful Five x t's, durag's, the usual Your mama screaming like "Ca**idy what they do to you" And this sh** called "Kendrick You Next" I'm just on some sh** this time, everybody get it You say my name, I give you a thousand Just that simple... Mick Milly enough with that [?]