Freestyle 2 (Flamers) Meek Mill (Ft. Black Deniro)
"Freestyle 2 (Flamers)" by Meek Mill (Ft. Black Deniro) is a #HipHop track released in 2015. The song features themes of ambition, resilience, and street life, showcasing the artists' raw lyrical prowess. Unique elements include a gritty beat and intense delivery, reflecting the struggles and triumphs of urban life. Its impact resonates within the hip-hop community, reinforcing the genre's storytelling tradition.
[Hook]
I know I shouldn't have did that
I know it's come right back
I know its' going to destroy everything I made
It's probably gon' get your boy sent away
But this game I play ain't no way to fix it it's inevitable
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Bills gotta get paid, kids gotta eat
Live by the chopper laws die by the streets
Fuck a job getting paid dollars by the week
I call my calls nigga I'm my own boss
Some niggas travel for the duffle make the wrong calls
And the [?] take the long fall
That's why I grind trying to shine like a lone star
To get mine right, my money and mind right
My mom right in the mix, pistol in my palm tight
You worried by a limelight I'd rather get my grind right
I rhyme nice, niggas trying to stunt like it's prom night
But I'm in my prime like Lebron in the highlight
That's why theses niggas can't stop me, copy nor clone
That's why these hoes on my, they the boy hungry
They heard I keep it real them other boys phony
But I'mma give these niggas hell 'til the lord call me
[Hook]
I know I shouldn't have did that
I know it's come right back
I know its' going to destroy everything I made
It's probably gon' get your boy sent away
But this game I play ain't no way to fix it it's inevitable
I know I shouldn't have did that
I know it's come right back
I know its' going to destroy everything I made
It's probably gon' get your boy sent away
But this game I play ain't no way to fix it it's inevitable
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Bills gotta get paid, kids gotta eat
Live by the chopper laws die by the streets
Fuck a job getting paid dollars by the week
I call my calls nigga I'm my own boss
Some niggas travel for the duffle make the wrong calls
And the [?] take the long fall
That's why I grind trying to shine like a lone star
To get mine right, my money and mind right
My mom right in the mix, pistol in my palm tight
You worried by a limelight I'd rather get my grind right
I rhyme nice, niggas trying to stunt like it's prom night
But I'm in my prime like Lebron in the highlight
That's why theses niggas can't stop me, copy nor clone
That's why these hoes on my, they the boy hungry
They heard I keep it real them other boys phony
But I'mma give these niggas hell 'til the lord call me
[Hook]
I know I shouldn't have did that
I know it's come right back
I know its' going to destroy everything I made
It's probably gon' get your boy sent away
But this game I play ain't no way to fix it it's inevitable
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