Meek Mill - Banned From TV lyrics

[Verse 1: Meek Mill] Yessir! Aye look, I took my rap money and I went and bought some kilo(s) 4th quarter, tie game, and one for the free throw Letric bill audemar, lighting up like PEECO Word to my homies locked, "free my n***a Reek" flow We go, anywhere I wanna, it's my ego Jewelry on and off, all I know is ball (ballin) Glock 4pound'll put your brains on the wall I'm trynna buy them hammers TIP had, you n***as at the mall Let me tell you why they hatin', cause they dead pot Aye weezy tell them n***as k** they self, head shot Fred Flintstone ya b**h, I make her f**in' bed rock So much ice up in my Breitling made my f**ing band pop Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, pick a f**ing rapper out And I bet they ain't in to half that sh** they say or rap about I be really into that, flowing with my rachet out Every time I'm in the club, know we bring them ladders out (ladders) Don't you hate a rapping n***a screaming he ain't gotta rap? Spitting all that bullsh** you spiitin, (tsk) gotta trap Watching for them boys in the khakis and the alphabet Cause they don't wanna see a young n***a make it out the jack Out the hood, out for good, hating n***a I been good The coupe like the Bat Mobile, my b**h playin Robin Hood Kobe told me "get 'em" and I told him that "I got 'em good" You ain't never been there b**h, why you actin' hollywood? Kerosene heater flow, swagger on a milli'n (swagger) Every time I'm on some sh** they be like "you k**in' 'em" He said I ain't on that sh**, Black Eyed Peas "well Will I am" 5 percent on everything so you don't see what wheel I'm in Or you don't see what b**h I got Ice up in my wrist and watch I'mma cloud hopper, prolly take me to the top Drama, take me to my Glock so I can get strapper And I be with that white boy, f**ing with that Casper Laughter, cause I can play around and shout you n***as down Lawnmower with that semi, cut you n***as down, buck you n***as down "Who you be with??" Talk about about me, when you see me it's the remix! I said I'm fly as f**, get that purple, light it up Think it's sweet then try your luck. Need a murder? Hire us Shooters, they always on deck. Just waitn' to fire up Send them at you n***as, they gon' listen like I'm wired up Tell that ho to get a grip, "b**h go pick them pliers up" Catch me in an SRT, coolin burn them tires up We banging that Flamerz 3, shut 'em down and light 'em up I hear you n***as got that work, we call ya phone and line you up Cash rules everything around me, and near me Tell them hoes I don't do singles, they can share me I don't wanna talk or do business if you scary Lil n***as shoulda never watched Tom and Jerry (rat!) Break a brick down, cop a whip, get my j**els up Pay a couple bills, lay low, and then a crew cut Catch me in the vip popping bottles with my tool tucked Hating a** n***as make me sick, f** my mood up Swagger on a million, billion, trillion Somewhere on an island like Gillagen Wrist wear, lookin' like it's made from Jack & Jill and 'em Whole band bust down, big rocks, k**in em My city I'm bigger than the mayor is Ask the streets, say I'm everything I say I'm is I went to jail, came back like A.I. did And put my city on the map real rap! (Mr. Philadelphia)