Meek Mill - Hip Hop Flashback lyrics

Kenny Lee on the track The way I'm flowin' Keep it goin I rip up the beat then I sew it, back together Rap forever, its Philly Whilly, Now tell your favorite rapper that I'm tryna k** him, Really I'm in the porsche drop, 911 Porsche box They can never eat me like a m**m and a pork chop Of course not, I'm dunkin' until the court drops Like B. Grif, I eat sh** and hoarse blocks. HA! Flame Spitta you a lame n***a You can't compare a G4 to a Plane n***a Thats like versing a peddle bike into a train n***a Like Earl Boykins and letting Lebron James stick him HA! It don't make no sense How your label kick you out like you ain't paid no rent Always been a star player, I ain't play no bench Let these hoes be hoes I dont say no b**h NAH! I be going rambo Paws on the pork, but I be going HAM though Riding on the beat like a mother f**ing lambo Hard Like X with, a '98 Cam flow Sigel on the Roc, Nas on illmatic I'm still at it No matter my choice know Phil back it and cool with it Still to the jab I move with it, I'm cool fritted Flyer than most but goon with it and still hood Honor roll swag real good Diamond all on your neck but your album is stillwood Money my medicine, It be making me feel good They lock me inside a cell, ain't matter I still stood As tall as Yao Ming, Gasol, Bynum, and Shaq I'm rocking with rozay, Now they know that I'm back I'm whippin' in '62 and I ain't talking about crack I'm talking about that thang 360 stacks 360 Days with 5 more I grind on On my [???] bag get my shine on Bail money only thing I dropped a dime on I tell them to get on the level that I'm on Was tellin' you how I'm moving out Someone call the fireman just to cool me out I'm hot smokin' really I'm not jokin' [???] Rapping automatic cause really they not smokin' Put them in the booth kapoof Hokus Pokus I make magic, Like the Lake Magic But them in the water I drown em lake placid And I got bars like I took the jail with me When they let me out of prison I just took a cell with me I ain't got to drop an album, do a tape to sell 50 I be blazin' in the booth tell your artist trail with me They got a n***a on trial, they said I murdered the beat They feel my pin and my pad my finger prints on the sheet [Fades out while still rapping]