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ra - meek freestyle lyrics

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why do man talk wass and they ain’t like that?
i mean all these rappers talk smoke and they ain’t piped jack
if they attack, retaliation rapid, coming right back
pull up on a mcdonald’s drive thru, swipe that
really made the mac press so they give me bad press
how much times i pulled up on a pagan with that fat spesh?
hop out the car, double tap contactless
bines don’t respect nothing, not even stab vests
badman in real life, i ain’t glorifying it
but this is what the field’s like, get rich still die
bricks come sealed tight, big guns k!ll ties
stop trapping my age and you ain’t seen a mill twice
brudda’s on deen, don’t really see him but we still tight
every time i see him, always feels right
make dua for me little bro, it’s been a real life
this is real rap, only real can feel that
you ain’t getting paid like them so why you still rap?
but i ain’t took an l like them so i don’t feel mad
dissed nuff man back then, i kinda feel bad
had man running in shops, kinda feels sad
you know it’s cool not to be bad so why you still bad?
never walk a day in my shoes so why you still cap?
they ain’t done half of what i did
i believe fruits is life, bananas in the clip
had four waps, two pairs was planted in the fifth
i’m the one who caused enough drama from a kid
split his melon in two halves, scarper in the whip
spraying venom, you can ask peter parker what i did
i ain’t gotta act greazy, i just load the mac easy
gun grease all over the clip so you know the back’s greasy
now when i step, i’m legit so you know it slaps easy
done with the back and forth brudda, say it when you see me
driver and a stepper, rider and a presser
glider and a repper, leave him lying on a stretcher
i’m a father now, gotta do right for my son
hard to change when you lived a life on the run
remember them cold nights looking right at my gun
too much pride, rather let off bines, never run
out here everybody bussing off their gun now
i was o.t., i seen a yute getting run down
came back to the hood, another yute has got bun down
talk about this outside, it’s known as the gun town
he ain’t really bout it, he ain’t never been a known stepper
if i go scout it i’ll salt it when i go pepper
angel of death coming soon, that’s a soul tekker
one thing that’s promised in life, you should know better
jail i never played that, i was getting shipped out from a+cat to a+cat
if that’s your bro, he ain’t really bout it, tell him stay back
first day in the ville i seen an opp, i had to page that
when they k!lled my brudda, had to fall down on my face flat
fifteen years on, i still feel the same akh
like the michael jordan’s, hold twenty+three, i’ll waste man
glad i found the deen, it put me in a different sp+ce jam

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