1942 Flows Lyrics By Meek Mill

started off poor with plans to own more
now we own stores and fuck the baddest whores
i was on tour with niggas that sold raw
started sellin’ white we won’t sell it no more
i’m like trump ain’t feelin’ us cops still killin’ us
niggas takin’ shots can’t stop me they ain’t real enough
cut her off act like she’s dead and it’s killin’ her
new dawn hermes seat i let the ceiling up
just to kill ’em softly ooh get ’em 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 seein’ m’s
diamonds like water and they jumpin’ out the gym
shootin’ like harden if your head was the rim
’cause niggas wanna line me like a shape up and a 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 rappin’ like i got somethin’ to prove nigga
went and bought the mansion with the pool in it
billy with the stamp i get 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 ’em fuck their best friends like they was dykes
reachin’ for the glock every time i play the light
i’m on o’clock every time i play them bikes
i’m with the pack uh gettin’ back yeah
spendin’ dope nigga sellin’ smack gang
i’m gettin’ chips off music like rap snacks
yeah 0 mil in cash of ethika that’s a fact
money power respect eatin’ 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 chasin’ catchin’ all my goals
i don’t need these whores
i’m gettin’ money me and all my woes
play with me you know it’s allout war
the young niggas goin’ all out for us

bloggers in a frenzy truck to the bentley
ain’t doin’ no interviews i’m busy nigga we litty
so when you see me out don’t ask me about no nicki
fuck i look like tellin’ my business on wendy
niggas gossip like queens we was servin’ fiends
40 bust your windows out jazmine sullivan
they told ’em pop mollys i told ’em to be kings
sippin’ 94 like it’s lean
i done seen all these niggas try to downplay my dreams
so i’ma give it to ’em every time i’m on the scene
pull up ghost ghost wraith wraith when you see me
some suckers wanna be me and some suckers wanna leave me
i know it i go through it don’t show it
i told niggas who wrote it ain’t takin’ 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 totin’ k’s like it’s palestine
real niggas in my ambiance bottom line
ever since i met ross and signed the dotted line
i gave my momma 0000 at least a thousand times
do the math on it

talkin’ this my cocky flow
damn daniel why you son him mr miyagi though
this that rose gold patek call me like ’94
mean nothin’ to me i tell you how it gotta go
rain sleet 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 dominoes
young nigga i turned 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

Artist: Meek Mill

Year: 2017

Decade: 10s

Language: en

Word Count: 485