Five Fingers of Death Freestyle Meek Mill

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
You ain't living how I live sucka
That's why I flex on niggas they never did love us
I'm putting checks on niggas even my kid's mother
And you ain't real if you gon' let them kids suffer
Niggas killed your cousin and you ain't did nothing
Expect run to the cops and tell them pigs something
Thirty two in my Glock I'm trying to bend something
I could murder these niggas like I'mma win something
But they don't make war for that
There's friends with double edge knives putting swords to back
Velour is black, Balenciagas on I'm strapped
I put my dawgs onto money and on the map
You want to see me extending my hand that boy's a rat
And I don't party in them clubs where informants at
Cause they watching, and the listening
And they plotting with they people they whispering

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
It don't get no realer
Sixteen with a body he a killer
Running around with a stick like Donatello
Man these niggas out to murder for that chedder
I'mma tryna tell ya niggas scheme for that green paper
Hommies killing hommies over fiend paper
Hommies killing hommies over leaned paper