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meek mill – g5 freestyle

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[verse 1: meek mill]
ugh, lord forgive me for my sins
i was chasin’ ends
and im into makin’ money. i aint in to making friends cause
these n-gg-s rattin’, i aint finna take a chance
homie said he bout that action and grab me and take a stand
say loyalty make a man, got a homie and he told
i dont even shake his hand, i dont even crack a smile
newance is a child, man this game so wild,
but n-gg-s made vows to a code i never break
ridin’ in the heavy weight
thirty-six o’s in the bird, call it feather weight
never on time, when i show up, i be ready late
n-gg-s got fat while we starved they already ate
and im trying to get full, masks on clips full
if he got the money we attack him like a pitbull
we sellin’ up, we sellin’ hard like its a brick store
on my d-ck n-gg-, thats what i thought your chick for
you p-ssed off, i only deal with the big dogs
could’ve bought a maybach before i signed with rick ross
thats the reason that im turnin’ up
doin’ donuts while these haters got these n-gg-s burnin’ up
n-gg-s want to murder us, this label want me purpula
you aint talkin’ money to me i need a interpreter
cause i cant understand that, money rubber band that
take off in my city, and your city where i land at
when im in your town forty rounds in my d-mn strap
boy what a feeling getting hit

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