Meek Mill - 1942 Flows lyrics

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Meek Mill - 1942 Flows lyrics

[Verse 1] Started off poor with plans to earn more Now we own stores and f**k the baddest who*es I was on tour with n****s that's sold raw Started selling white, we won't sell it no more I'm like, Trump ain't feeling us, cops still k**ing us N****s talking shots, can't stop me, they ain't real enough Cut her off, act like she's dead and it's k**ing her New dawn, Hermes seat, I left the ceiling up Just to get to k** 'em softly Ooh, get them off me, try to crucify me Like I'm Jesus the way she cross me I'm too bossy and too thorough to move like a weirdo On point like a arrow, we started off with zero Now I'm seeing M's, diamonds like water and they jumping out the gym Shooting like Harden if your head was the rim ‘Cause n****s wanna line me like a shape up in the trim, d**n [Refrain] Back when I was broke, they was cool with it Now every move I make, I'm in the news with it Even if I ain't do it, they be like, you did it My teacher always told me you gon' lose n***a That's why I never to school n***a And why I'm rapping like I got something to prove n***a Went and brought a mansion with the pool in it Bentley with the stamp, rocking a tool with it' [Verse 2] Move with it 'cause these n****s wanna take my life No form against me, every time I pray at night Scooping thotties in the Phantom, that's the way of life And make them f**k their best friends like they was dykes Reaching for the Glock, every time I play the light I'm on 12 o'clock, every time I play 'em bikes I'm with the pack, Uh Getting back, yeah Spitting dope, n***a Selling smack, gank I'm getting chips off music like Rap Snacks Yeah, 10 mil in cash (?) that's a fact Money, pie, respect Eating, brothers on the jet I know these n****s upset They ain't see me fall yet Wins and losses [Hook/Chorus] They wanna see me fold And I never sell my soul I'm on some s**t they ain't seen before Dreaming chasing, catching all my goals I don't need these hoes I'm getting money, me and all my woes Play with me, you know is all I war Young n****s going all out for us [Verse 3] Bloggers in the frenzy, truck to the Bently Ain't doing no interviews, I'm busy, n***a we litty So when you see me out don't ask me about no Nicki F**k I look like telling my business on Wendy N****s gossip like queens, we was serving fiends .40 bust your windows out, Jazmine Sullivan They told 'em pop Molly, I told 'em to be kings Sipping 1942 like its lean I done seen all these n****s try to down play my dreams So I'ma give it to them everytime I'm on the scene Pull up, Ghost, Ghost, Wraith, Wraith when you see me Some s**ers wanna be me and some s**ers wanna leave me I know it I go through it, don't' show it I told n****s who wrote it, ain't taking back what I quoted Started off with a quarter, flipped that to a half, turned that to an ounce Got some s**t in the stash, n***a say he gon' rob me, put a brick on his a*s Now every k**er in my city tryna look for his a*s And one thing 'bout Meek Milly, I'ma get to a bag Had to starve all day just to get to it fast like Ramadan, toting K's like it's Palestine Real n****s and my ambiance, bottom line Ever since I met Ross and signed a dotted line I gave my mama like ten thousand at least a thousand times Do the math on it [Hook/Chorus] They wanna see me fold And I never sell my soul I'm on some s**t they ain't seen before Dreaming chasing, catching all my goals I don't need these hoes I'm getting money, me and all my woes Play with me, you know is all I war Young n****s going out for us [Verse 4] Talking, this my co*ky flow D**n Daniel, why you selling Mr. Miyagi though This that rose gold Patek, call me like '94 Mean nothing to me, I tell how it gotta go Rain sleet On that corner when the block was slow Everybody was tryna trap, we started popping though Heard that b***h say she cut me, I was like adios In the field, knock 'em down, it look like dominos, young n***a I turn my Impala to a Wraith, when you get a dollar they gon' hate Bought my mom the crib with the gate, private school for all them babies Now they straight, n***a [Hook/Chorus] They wanna see me fold And I never sell my soul I'm on some s**t they ain't seen before Dreaming chasing, catching all my goals I don't need these hoes I'm getting money, me and all my woes Play with me, you know is all I war Young n****s going out for us

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