Meek Mill

Meek Mill - 1942 Flows lyrics

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Started off poor with plans to earn more

Now we own stores and f**k the baddest whores

I was on tour with niggas that's so raw

Started selling white, we won't sell it no more

I'm like, Trump ain't feeling us, cops still killing us

Niggas taking shots, can't stop me, they ain't real enough

Cut her off, act like she's dead and it's killing her

New dawn, Hermes seats, I left the ceiling up

Just to get to kill 'em softly

Ooh, get them off me, try to crucify me

Like I'm Jesus the way she cross me

I'm too bossy and too thorough to move like a weirdo

On point like an arrow, we started off with zero

Now I'm seeing M's, diamonds like water and they jumping out the gym

Shooting like Harden if your head was the rim

'Cause niggas wanna line me like a shape up in the trim, damn



Back when I was broke, they was cool with it

Now every move I make, I'm in the news with it

Even if I ain't do it, they be like, you did it

My teacher always used to tell me you gon' lose nigga

That's why I never went to school nigga

And why I'm rapping like I got something to prove nigga

Went and bought the mansion with the pool in it

Billy with the stamp, I geting two with it'



Move with it 'cause these niggas wanna take my life

No weapon formed against me, every time I pray at night

Scoopin' thotties in the Phantom, that's the way of life

And make them f**k their best friends like they was dykes

Reaching for the Glock, every time I play the light

I'm on 12 o'clock, every time I play them bikes

I'm with the pack, huh

Getting back, yeah

Spend dope, nigga

Selling smack, gang

I'm gettin' chips off music like Rap Snacks

Yeah, 10 mil in cash [?] that's a fact

Money, power, respect

Eating breakfast on a jet

I know these niggas upset

They ain't see me fall yet

Wins and losses



They wanna see me fall

And I will never sell my soul

I'm on some shit that they ain't seen before

Dream chasing, catching all my goals

I don't need these hoes

I'm getting money, me and all my woes

Play with me, you know it's all I want

The young niggas going all out for us



Bloggers in the frenzy, truck to the Bently

Ain't doing no interviews, I'm busy, nigga we litty

So when you see me out don't ask me about no Nicki

f**k I look like telling my business on Wendy

Niggas gossip like queens, we was serving fiends

.40 bust your windows out, Jazmine Sullivan

They told 'em pop Mollys, I told 'em to be kings

Sipping 19, 42 like it's lean

I done seen all these niggas try to down play my dreams

So I'ma give it to 'em everytime I'm on the scene

Pull up, Ghost, Ghost, Wraith, Wraith when you see me

Some suckers wanna be me and some suckers wanna live me, I know it

I go through it, don't' show it

I told niggas who wrote it, ain't taking back what I quoted

Started off with a quarter, flipped that to a half, turned that to an ounce

Got some shit in the stash, nigga say that he gon' rob me, put a brick on his ass

Now every killer in my city tryna look for his ass

And one thing 'bout Meek Milly, I'ma get to a bag

Had to starve all day just to get to it fast

Like Ramadan, toting K's like it's Palestine

Real niggas in my ambiance, bottom line

Ever since I met Ross and signed a dotted line

I gave my mama ten thousand at least a thousand times

Do the math on it



They wanna see me fall

And I will never sell my soul

I'm on some shit that they ain't seen before

Dream chasing, catching all my goals

I don't need these hoes

I'm getting money, me and all my woes

Play with me, you know it's all I want

The young niggas going all out for us



Talking, this my cocky flow

Damn Daniel, why you selling Mr. Miyagi though

This that rose gold Patek, call me like '94

Mean nothing to me, I tell how I gotta go rain slick

On that corner when the block was slow

Everybody was tryna trap, we started poppin' though

Heard that bitch say she cut me, I was like adiós

In the field, knock 'em down, it look like dominos, young nigga

I turn my Impala to a Wraith, when you get a dollar they gon' hate

Bought my mom the crib with that gate, private school for all them babies

Now they straight, nigga



They wanna see me fall

And I will never sell my soul

I'm on some shit that they ain't seen before

Dream chasing, catching all my goals

I don't need these hoes

I'm getting money, me and all my woes

Play with me, you know it's all I want

The young niggas going all out for us
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