Intro(Hate On Me) - Meek Mill

Lyrics by：Robert Williams/Ron LaTour/Daveon Jackson/John Julian/Nasir Jones/Anthony Moody

Brrr

Every time I get back in the streets this s**t get darker

Yeah woo

N***as can't hate on me now

Hate on me

We do it all we changin' the laws

They thinkin' 'bout takin' me down

Yeah

We done put bulletproof all on the cars

I told 'em bring eighty more rounds

Brrr

I put baguettes on all of my dawgs

They fall they makin' a sound

I'm on a yacht with a bad thot

We got the streets in a headlock

N***a tried to peep through the backyard

All he seen was the choppas and red dots

Brrr

I got my mama a black card yeah

I really put on for the head knock

This that 1AC you ain't one of them rappers

And none of your steppers can step with my steppers

This chess not checkers

I told my dawgs

"Don't stress don't rush it" I really got off

It's seven on seven and I'm gettin' better and better and better

My n***a it's never no pressure

Let's get it

Every time I hit up one of y'all n***as with smoke

It's never no pressure

N***as is p***y if I put a price on your head

S**t I get the special

You know I be hangin' wit' Jews

Get money wit' Russians I'm makin' my moves

The hood behind me I never could lose I'm good I'm solid

Can't play me like one of them dudes

You probably end up on the news

We mobbin' and wildin'

You know we ain't tuckin' them jewels

Especially for none of you dudes

We slidin' wit' choppas

Rockin' Dior I still remember me poor I'm tryna get more

No cap

Welcome to Philly where n***as get smoked for real tryna slide to the store

Brrr

Send 'em with the stick ghost the minivan stoley slide with the door

Yeah

N***a gon' die in the streets so we can't even beef

I'ma die on the fours

And the b***h-a*s rat keep talkin' that s**t

Like he can't get blitzed and die on the tour

Switchin' the lane up when I'm in that Wrangler

And none of them boys can follow them boys

I got the game from the real OG's

And it's money over b***hes can't die 'bout a w***e

I got the game from the real OG's

It's money over b***hes can't die 'bout a w***e yeah

Hate on me now hate on me now

I tell 'em hate on me now

Caught all them b***hes and all of them leeches

So ain't no more wearin' me down

Let's get it

Fresh out the jewelers I jump out the b***hes

They know I ain't playin' around

I triple-double whenever I bubble

These n***as in trouble I'm sayin' it now yeah

Hate on me now hate on me now

I tell 'em hate on me now

Hate on me

Caught all them b***hes and all of them leeches

So ain't no more wearin' me down

Let's get it

Hate on me now hate on me now

N***as can hate on me now

Yeah

We in the city y'all tell me it's somethin' to say

You should say that s**t now yeah

Yeah man

Dem dun kno di unruly boss

Boop boop boop

Represent fi bumboclaat dreamchasers yeh

Real "El Chapo" Meek Milly

Boop brr boop boop boop

A.K.A "Meek Killy"

I was out in UK ballin' like 2K

All of my diamonds look duray

She say you only gon' do it when we go out the country

We havin' a three way

Get it

I was gettin' head in the Rolls

Start f**kin' her as soon as I got on the PJ

You was tryna tuck her like PJ

I was tryna bust it and do it the free way

Do it the free way

Yeah I was at the bodega rockin' Bottega

Rockin' that Bott'

Crib like four acres and ain't got no neighbors yeah

And I ain't never gon' meet 'em

Yeah

Once it's up there n***a it's stuck there

Blow it whenever we see you

We gettin' them p***ies off

We gon' sip it and pour

She gettin' 'em all depleted

Know shorty don't get involved

She gon' f**k on my dawg and all to get to the leader I

Keep all my b***hes in Bentleys and Beamers

And I put the demons in Demons

Keep all my b***hes in Bentleys and Beamers

And I put them demons in Demons

Yow Meek

Yuh kno how di f**king ting guh man

Woy yoii

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