Meek Mill - Rap Battle (5 Rounds) lyrics

[Round 1: Lil Snupe] Real talkin n***a Man I'm all about my cash flow n***a I'm the sh** my momma had me out her a**hole n***a I be actin', n***a know that we mackin' These p**y n***as be talkin', I swear to God I'll blast 'em Show them that I'm forreal, man I be ball, look at that fake a** chain look like he got it from the mall I ball like Kobe, better yet Paul Gasol n***a already know it's me high, I be fly, I swear that I'm a trouble man like T.I I'll show you how we d.i.e if you f** with me I'm a thug You already know how we come I'm in the hood where the d**, and the slugs n***a already know just how we gone come You pay for this, I swear I get it off the love Louisiana n***a you can tell by my mothaf**in' grammar I swear I got 3 hoes with me just like I'm Santa These b**hes say we gamma, I swear I got them hammers I swear my n***as gorillas that's why we out packin' bananas [Retro] Ride with my n***as, Philadel n***as Ain't not stranger to the trigga talkin' I'll kidnap ya momma If it's really 'bout that drama, all I rock is that designer Gucci, Louis, Fendi, Prada. Big bro dj got that cobra. And that b**h bite I'm worth a couple millions I ain't tryna fist fight, I'm just tryna live life Whip a couple foreigns, I ain't even got my diploma, In the club 4 in the mornin' I'm a f**in' cool kid, fo show out til it's over n***a sippin' purple potion, no wait, I don't do no foldin' 'less I'm foldin' some money then again my money don't fold Ballin' on them like Kobe, I can yell at the coach I can snap at the ref, money taller than Shaq n***as talkin' that sh**, until that .45 clap I'm on my way to the top, you can have the fame Cause the game filled wit' a bunch of f*ggots and lames, go 'head [Round 2: Retro] Look pot of gold My clique name n***as tradin' souls for a bit of fame Look, word to my pablo G gave me the game I be up all night for this f**in' chain and What's my name, women call me Retchy, fellas call me Retch Goin' stupid, shoutout to the ones who thought that I was next He only hard on the phone, I call it phone s** Fly n***a, in the booth is my bird's nest Mo' checks, mo' money equals mo' haters If I walk like a ball player bet I score Draya, or maybe Brooke Southwest, neva' look, so much paper on my radar Maybe I should write a book n***a From the basement where it's like the matrix Philly where you make it out, but it's never safe in Play this whenever you wanna play this Call me George Bush cause I'm blowin' up when I'm with my clique And I'm with my clique Jackpot n***a [Lil Snupe] Growin' up I watched all of my friends shake Even my family members treated me like a inmate Momma had me at 16, and I'm from a small city but I got some big dreams Daddy left me as a youngin', jail was his location so I had no motivation But I was still dedicated, can't nobody stop my shine I'm like the sun number 1, momma smile just to see what I've become I'm a young man wit' a big dream, tryna make it out the projects rich So you know I stay on that paper route, people don't want me to make it, tryna take me out So I pray daily askin' God for the safer route Used to go to Tom house when I ain't had no where to eat Go to D-Lo house when I ain't had no where to sleep Cause my momma couldn't take it, she just gave up on me I couldn't do nothing right, seem like bad luck was me And I was raised so illegal, the baddest n***a in the neighborhood talkin' back to Denesha At my house it was real cold, and lonely. My daddy been gone since 4 Money money money money all that I really seen n***as out here sellin' tabs, sellin' bars, sellin' green Jonesboro, Louisiana goons on that dumb sh** Just because you got that chain n***a you don't run sh** I show you how we do it, this n***a he be kickin' it with some childish hoes We finna go to Hawaii get on some gallagins, alii hoes What happens behind the does(doors), shid nobody knows Make ya b**h gotta get out her clothes and she gone blow me like a snotty nose [Round 3: Lil Snupe] Me, I'm the hottest you can stick with this n***a Vick you cold but you really needa get rid of this n***a Man this n***a f**in' pooh! You know just how we do That's why y'all can't win and that's really comin' from Snupe See this n***a f**in' garbage, n***as know that I'm the hardest I swear I'm the hardest that ever recorded See me I do my thang, I'm in my own lane If your money so f**in' long go buy him a new chain See these n***as know I do this sh**, stay out my lane And what's crazy, n***a this comin' from my brain See you I eat you up like a soufflé, n***as know that i hooray This is real life this ain't no mothaf**in 2k n***a I be eatin'. You shoulda looked at my youtube videos And shoulda showed you just how I'm beatin' What the f** wrong witchu boy Real sh**, yeah I'm 'bout a disaster You could get eat n***a aids don't even matter See I'm from Louisiana, where it's just straight hellC Jonesboro, Louisiana the city where the Lord dwells See all my n***as thuggin' all my n***as in a cell And if you f** with me wrong you going to heaven or hell [Retro] Goons that'll murder when the kid say sick 'em I take my women shoppin', I tell my ladies pick one And I bet you they love me when I pull up in that Phantom Yup I pull up in that ghost, no but I ain't Danny Phantom Uh throw a couple hundreds can you make that change Know the kid's style like a lego game I be gettin' money with the same ol' game You the same ol' lame with the same ol' change uhh This here ain't my scene so baby leggo Only with me cause I'm at the top like a falsetto Why these lames hatin' am I really that hot Do they women really love me cause I'm gettin' that guap Got the city on lock, got the city on fire And I am the fresh prince n***a Bow to your highness [Round 4: Retro] Keep a rollie on so they call me Rollie Retch Rolls Royce ridin' make them n***as hold they breath *breathes* Throwin' money, you just showin' money I got that ho, drop it low, and bust it open money Cause we throwin' Lou, women all in they birthday suit If Jackpot your favorite crew then pop that like Uncle Luke I said Lord have mercy, I like my women naked or undressin' I'm about to give the game a C-section Philadel, hold in down, These hoes screamin' like James Brown These n***as dressed like Mr. Brown and whipped top bald like Mr. Brown And I'm coolin. My n***as from the west like Alonte Sexy women look similar to Beyonce And we poppin', be honest, who you know be honest Your money thin as an eye lid and we mob sh** like Italian [Lil Snupe] Mane these n***as can't f** with me Yeah they know wa**up with me They know I'm finna blow that's why they always discussin' me A broke bummy n***a that's something I ain't grow up to be I grew up to get money and all the kids look up to me Walkin' down a dark road, it's hard to get some f**in' light In my hood it's f**in' wrong, it's hard to get some f**in' right Only thang guaranteed out my hood is f**in' life Judge and the D.A melt your dream like some f**in' ice Me I'm just a sinner, really a beginner A hood n***a tryna turn into a grammy award winner I'm eatin' you see sh** on my plate when it's time for dinner I really rap what I live, you a f**in' pretender My lil brother look at me, and he know it's own Before I go to school he up jammin' my song It's crazy cause I'm lookin' at him and he gettin' grown The pain that we done went through, I just be getting stoned Was never taught right from wrong Was always taught if you wanna go get it then go get it even if it's with your chrome If you a hustla' and you broke then why you going home Even if you gotta get out here and grind all alone But me, I'm chasin' a dream, tryna make sure that my family straight But it seem like I can't get right even since my granny way People don't know what I seen when I looked in my granny face But I don't trip cause I know she in a better place I grew up in the projects with just one room So I had to sleep on the floor in the front room Me and all my cousins on the block tryna thug n***a you a school boy n***a we was sellin' d** I grew up in Jonesboro it was straight wildin' I hung out with the older cats so it was straight violence And the n***as I looked up to was hustlin' or robbin' So I hopped off the porch too and started gettin' it poppin' I started with a half of dollar 'til I got the whole thang On the freeway to the millions but I'm in my own lane n***as worried 'bout a b**h, I'm worried 'bout stackin' change I'd probably rob him but I don't even want that f**in' chain I wake up every morning thinkin' 'bout a dollar So if you ain't talkin' dollars I ain't tryna holla My heart cold cause I grew up without a father but it really made me smarter And made me grind harder Who'd ever thought I would make my dreams a reality Own family thought that they was gone have to bury me Took my momma 9 months just for her to carry me So I was brought into this world to live like your majesty n***a [Round 5: Lil Snupe] When I get that 10 racks n***a we gone hit the mall And just ball like Kobe and Paul Gasol These b**hes know that I'm thuggin' These b**hes all on my balls Yo b**h is beggin' me that she can see my Polo drawls See a young n***a be wildin' n***as know we foulin', see yo b**h say she don't f** witchu cause you hella childish Young n***a be gettin' it, I tell her just we be wildin' You lyin' about yo sh** n***a I ain't neva' been on no island Never road in no Bentley, yes I did last night Cause that was my first time but I done been on some first flights These b**hes know how we get it, I get it my first night While you was doing homework, we was tryna get that work right These n***as say that we get it, n***as say that we get it Jonesboro is my city I swear to God I'm committed You p**y n***as talkin' I swear to God you some pussies I can see it in your face n***a you a mothaf**in' rookie n***a hold up, n***a run out of here, cause ya boy kinda fast Ya boy say he got cash, but ya boy kinda a** I'm a young n***a gettin' it, I swear to God I'd laugh At your lil stupid playin' with me, f** around and get smashed Hold up you want me to keep going? You want me to keep going? n***as think this sh** wrote, but everythang this n***a do this n***a know how it go I swear to God I do this sh** I do this sh** for my folks You n***as taxin' on that work, my n***a got it for the low See we got work, we got pills, sour d, we got weed Whatever you need, holla at me Swear to God that you can see, you a p**y a** n***a I can swear that you a beast and when we talkin' bout beef you prolly(probably) the one callin' police [Retro] Young n***a I ain't had sh** From the same hood where n***as talkin', practicin' I was a young prince, think about the sh** I saw Think about the ones I been through, n***a I seen it all And why y'all tryna hate, sh**m we out here ballin' n***a I'm from the projects, but it ain't New Orleans I seen my homies flippin', they just gettin' money Young n***a I'm so hungry, but I'm eatin' fat meals We takin' private trips, but i eat 4 meals Jackpot let's get these deals, my chick she from Brazil Pull up in the foreign wheels, skurr no hands on the wheel Got damn this sh** it real, got damn this sh** is real Pull up, hop out, fresh fade, my own J's n***as talkin' spring water, these n***as lookin' so thirsty uhh White *chokes* Band'll make her dance, so now I'm throwin' money It's the only time I will, these hoes can't get a dollar from me I don't need no Gucci sneaks or Louis V, just some J's on New chick she blazon and she tryna have a liaison See this safe for my stripper hoes, drop that like dominos That cheese knockin' at my door, like I ordered at Domino's What we on, that sh** bright, Throw a rack I just might Throw it back for a real n***a yo team faker than trick dice Hotel party that sh** cray, I came later than sixth place Her a** fat got a nice face, she tryna tie me down like a shoe lace But I'm too Gee for allat(all that), them hoes love when I rap My big bro is De Jack, a** fat I'mma have to throw a rack because In the turnin' lane, 'bout to burn rubber Your girl around let's catch in contact from that marijuana This one for Paso, This one for L.D.B, this one from millie Jackpot yeah you know the team Ridin' in the buildin' and we flexin' on these lames I be on the paper chase From the bottom yeah I came, I'm gettin' all this dough You p**y n***as don't know, and I'm freestylin' damn he wildin' and n***as gettin' that dough f** that THE WINNERS TALKED AND DECIDED THAT LIL SNUPE WAS THE WINNER. R.I.P LIL SNUPE THE FREESTYLE KING