Meek Mill – Livin Wild

“Gangster Rap has become incredibly popular and profitable
By selling lyrics about black-on-black violence”
“It’s not actually a form of music”
“Hip-hop has done more damage to young African Americans than racism”
“This is how bad the country- we’re talking about lyrics”
Uh, Free Slime, Free Wunna, Free the whole YSL, Free Duke (brrt)
Free all my dogs from my block, free all the soldiers who locked down (Philly)

Yeah, uh
I came from the dirt, nigga (I came)
Then I rose without a stain on my shirt
Richard Millie, rose gold, Plain Jane, what it’s worth
Rest in peace to all my dawgs, I let ’em hang from my shirt
Wrap the diamonds, it’s more than rap and rhymin’, swear to God
It’s like livin’ in your dreams, while you flyin’ a G5
On the way to rap a song that I ain’t even take three times
To record, sometimes I be gettin’ scared, God, is you sure?
You gon’ bless me like this? I’m upstate and I’m rich
You gon’ test me like this? But it be lessons like this
To clear my vision, make me see the ones that left me like this
They say that hatin’ shit a disease and niggas been catchin’ that shit
I know them vibes (I know ’em)
You around, I feel your energy, I know them eyes (I know ’em)
I won’t trust you, far as I can throw you, know you slime (ooh)
Kiss my mama on her forehead ‘fore we ride
‘Cause when we go to war, we know somebody gon’ die (die)
Mamas gon’ cry (cry), kids gon’ grieve (grieve)
God gon’ judge (judge), men gon’ bleed (bleed)
Got forty-nine million, I need like ten more Gs
I’ll be at fifty-mill’ with ease (yeah)
I’m on my way to see a hundred tickets, Dreamchaser and I’m runnin’ with it
They hatin’ on us, we like, “Fuck them niggas”
‘Cause we too busy goin’ up on niggas
And be for real, I never trust them niggas
Far as I can throw ’em, I’m like, far as I can show ’em
They got YSL on lock, I’m tryna call them refromed
Plus my dawg doin’ life out, I handle all of that for him
Can’t be scrambled off no pills, in my hand handlin’ the pill
Have my family in the sticks and guess who payin’ all the bills?
They say I’m livin’ the life too wild, I got a handle on the wheel
Say I should chill, y’all slow down, but I start speedin’ up (I start speedin’)
‘Cause when I slow down, niggas start actin’ like they was keepin’ up
You fuck with YSL, send ’em mail, ’cause that’ll keep ’em up
And in your worstest time, know always hold your peoples up, for real