Meek Mill – God Did Freestyle

Meek Mill – God Did Freestyle Lyrics

Artist: Meek Mill
Song: God Did Freestyle

I don’t even know why these n#gg#s be tryna count me
I’m too unpredictable, haha, sh#t too easy
Yeah
When the teacher asked me who I raised, I said them streets did (The streets)

They underrated me, never paid me, but them streets did (The streets)
Who bought the [?] to the hood? Gon’ tell you Meek did (That’s me)
Who bringin’ real n#gg#s home for good? Gon’ tell you Meek did (Know that)
Yeah, that’s ‘cause my mama taught me different

I got peoplе prayin’ for me from all religions
Nevеr turned my back on Jigga and every time he talk I listen
But I got so much murder on my mind that it be hard to listen
Billionaires on all my vision (Billi’) , PTSD startin’ to kick in (Philly)

It was a blessin’, I invested, my [?] out the kitchen
Told my.n#gg#s how to catch it, flipped and gave ‘em opposition
Still be out in Philly, where they drillin’, and I call them n#gg#s
‘Cause I come from the dark side, [?]

I gotta feed my family, bring my sons and all our daughters with us
Tough year, [?], Fifth Ave’, I’m in fifth gear
b#tch bad, ad for twenty racks, I’m like, “b#tch, where?”
You the type get around them rich folks, start to get weird

I’m the type get around them rich folks, I’m tryna switch chairs
I’m so sincere, I do not live in fear
Give me a switchie with a blicky and we in there
It cost four-fifty to hit your city, I had to live there

I was f#ckin’ with the street n#gg#s, I had hit the baddest b#tch there
I’m still humble when I meet n#gg#s, I don’t ever lie, ’cause I’ve been there
Killed my homie at seventeen, I don’t ever lack, I know ain’t sh#t fair
I was down bad, I had to sit there and just wait it out

Nobody in my hood ain’t go this far, I had to pay for that
You p#ssies think I really came this far to let y’all hear me out?
We slidin’ through the trenches, bulletproof car that can’t even take me out
Woah, chillin’ at the bank, like I was stakin’ out

Tell a thing I’m crazy, need two milli’ cash, I take it out right now, man
AP sittin’ pretty on my brown wrist (My brown wrist)
Pray my fam’ forgive me, I had lost it and found it, I lost it and found it
Once I seen it, got around, they counted me out, but they miscounted

They counted us out, we start findin’ about
b#tches slime in the South, n#gg#s lyin’ about, mmm
Like, what you slidin’ about?
Don’t stand for nothin’ then what you dyin’ about

You see, my man died on the Gram, like, what is you cryin’ about?
Why get this famous when you know that MJ died in his house?
I’m the youngest, I ain’t perfect, but I ain’t let nobody hurt me
And I’m from Philly, I do the servin’, no, I ain’t let nobody serve me

You wanna cook somethin’?
Youngin tryna go, I told him “Show me somethin'”
He’ll take your plate if he know you ain’t standin’ over nothin’
Floss set the Rollie, I thought I’d wait until I go or somethin’

Invest in twenty million, I ain’t even waitin’ for no show or nothin’
I’m still maxin’, real shooters with me like the real [?]
I was at the game, I let Tierra hold my real Patek
Had it in my pocket…
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