Power 105.1 Freestyle

I can never lose
Chess or checkers make a move
Drippin' in them jewels like I
Just got out the pool
Skinny nigga sittin' on that
Money like the jews
Only time we make it to the
TV if it's the news
We was tryna make it out them trenches
You dig?
Young niggas trappin' out them benches
You dig?
You gon' be a felon or a witness, you dig?
All this money, murderin' is senseless
It is fuck 'em and tell 'em if
I ain't gon' feed 'em
All this money I'm gettin'
Prolly ain't gon' need 'em
Niggas said that we beefin'
Prolly ain't gon' see 'em
I'm just pushin' them buttons on 'em
And they gon' leave him
That's that drumma sound, drumma sound
Bodies droppin' in the summer now
Don't come around
I'm in Philly where niggas
Totin' them millies
They pop 'em just like they wheelies
You suckers'll never feel me
I understand it
Pitch the rock we never underhand it
Clear-port we got another landin'
Touchdown in Miami another Patek
That's another Grammy
I never put the money over family
Pussies they forever fear me
That money made me a monster
No more noodles we eatin' pasta
Dick roll rappers they eat lobster
We been eatin' steak nigga we mobsters

We Dreamchasers, laser that beam-chaser
We need paper, scrapers, I'm speed racer
Told that bitch

80 niggas so fake, they out of order
Hold the work it could swim
And take all the water
I done motherfuckin' the shark in the water
We done came from all the muscle
My nigga came from a quarter
To a motherfuckin' stone
Puttin' in a order
Or puttin' niggas on order pussy
Serve the work up out the drop
I'm puttin' in on the order
Tryna get this rap money
And stack it like trap money
But others like crack money
Let's get that work from the border
Tryna line up and get it
I'ma line up all my nigga and
Fuck it I won for them
What I want for myself and fuck
It don't need no help
All that we ever had, we all that we ever got
Came from onions and soda
Baking soda and pots
Arm and Hammer that's yolla
Tryna bang on the block
Workin' shifts on the boat
Runnin' around the clock
But fuck it I've been so hot
Send all these niggas Chasers the squad
I be different the fuck off my dick
I'm in my nine niggas trippin'
Gon' slide on who, niggas weak
And I don't fear no man so let's beef nigga

Its a war goin' outside nobody safe from
Layin' where it's no opportunity
Had to make some
Said it wasn't room in them
Rooms had to take some
When I got my foot in the
Door brought my day ones
A1s and they got tecs like Draymond
Chef like Raekwon
In the kitchen with napalm flame shit
Bad bitch with me gettin' her slay on
Let me in this bitch I'ma stay on
Any nigga in the way we'll pull that k on
Fill his clothes up with holes tell
Him get his J on, yeezus
I'm too rich to be this reckless
Spent two bricks just on my necklace
I'm just coutin' my blessings
Young nigga started with nothin'
Cause I was destined
Fuck nigga runnin' the game
I can't accept it think about it
Now that Trump won the election
They gon' try and box us
Out like the Mexicans, ándale
Runnin' the ye
See the cops go the other way
I just bought my dawg a
Brick like the other day
He couldn't get his momma
Nothin' on Mother's Day
So I put him on help
Him get his money straight, that's gang
Let me get it niggas say they be with me
But I don't be with niggas
Diamonds shinin' like a swiper all
My pieces hitin' lit
Them niggas broke they can't
Be beefin' with us
Put some respect up on my
Name all tree them niggas i got a fetish for
Lamborghinis and fettuccine
Bad bitches that never see me
Want to double team me
Triple double get what I want
Like I own a genie
Aladdin, my bitch look like Jasmine
Fuckin' with that nigga and you know he told
I'm the realest nigga on the totem pole
Chasin' down the money 'til I overload
Two bad bitches on the menu
I take both of those
I don't care if they was real sisters
Niggas broke talkin' like they real niggas
Only thing that's real about 'em
Is that they real bitter
And real salty fuck 'em

That's what we on too
Make sure you go get that YG Still Brazy
We came through the trenches
Ask YG when he was 23 he was
Givin' me Glocks like it was water

Let me an acapella before we get out of here
We gon' get to that shit when we get back
Ten years of probation
That's 3650 days shit
How I'm supposed to make it
I'm tryna work and they
Givin' me violations shackles on my ankles
Still runnin', dreamin', and chasin'
Runnin' out of patience
Sick and tired of waitin'
My niggas turned they back to the
Streets and I really hate it
Fathers wasn't lovin' they sons
Filled 'em with hatred
Put them white cops in
Hood knowin' they racist
Settin' us up for failure
Made us rebellious
Judge slammin' that hammer and nailed us
We was sheltered by Section 8
'Member nights when niggas barely ate
Oodles and noodles that was every day
Askin' for a second chance like askin'
Momma for a second plate
They hit my niggas twice they other day
We ain't grow up like the Jenners the only
Choice we had was fuck with Ye
Sometimes it make me want to run away
Sometimes I see my people struggle
And I want to stay
Got me thinkin' will I ever
Put this gun away
No, I'm just tryna stay alive and survive
Through the rain and the fire
All this pain in my eyes
Wrote this verse with my blood see
The stains on my palm
We got stains on our record so
We can't get a job
Learned the game from my mom
She told me everybody ain't gon'
Make it and that's why
I stay to my motherfuckin' self
And get this money nigga
Dreamchasers you already know we in
The motherfuckin' buildin' nigga
Clue what's up
New York City what the fuck is up
We in this bitch
We visualize and dream and growin'
Up and being kings
Killin' for currency out to get it
Any means so it seems
And the good die young
At early teens in between
In the hood I'm from
We don't believe we could believe
Babies survivin' off coca leaf
That dope and weed
They lock us up and they throw the keys where
Nobody can find 'em and location anonymous
Man judgin' man
Man beggin' that your honor give a chance
Sons followin' the steps of fathers and
Fathers go to jail sons
Followin' behind 'em and
Sentence with no commas it's just
Periods behind 'em and
If you got a felony just kiss goodbye
To colleges cause ain't nobody hirin'
Fill an app try again
Back to sellin' weed and movin'
Crack 'til your retirement

Yo what up it's your boy Meek Milli
Get ready for Clud Radio you know what
Time it is in this bitch
Nigga let's it, double M G, DC
Dreamchasers we in the buildin' nigga
We ain't even got no more rap
We killin' shit we ain't doin' no talkin'
On the interviews we out nigga