Safaree - Lifeline (Meek Mill Diss) lyrics

[Intro] Temperature is rising up Temperature is rising up, no mercy Nothing can concern me [Verse 1] You dream about Drake numbers in your nightmares But you hatin' about me and my little career No matter what you buy n***a I be right there I'm in the back of her mind like a new n***a I'm everywhere, TMZ making news n***a I left and I don't want it back, the proof is right here Thank God I'm free my n***a sh** fell like a light year You got a botch face n***a wit a cute date This n***a bent outta shape wit a gorilla face My bars on The PinkPrint, no one'll ever match My dickprint, lil n***a you can never match Wasn't a secret young bull I knew everything Hope you go platinum my n***a she need a better ring I thought I left her so she could move on to better things Maybe a ball player, maybe a soccer player Maybe a billionaire, like a Mariah Care But n***a I don't care, I really do not care They say Safaree heartbroken, lemme shed a tear f** if you cheated, 12 years a slave anyway [Hook] Temperature is rising up (she's your only lifeline to catch anyway) Temperature is rising up Temperature is rising up (she's your only lifeline to catch anyway) [Verse 2] I hear the mumblin', I hear the cacklin' I got em' scared, shook, panickin' That's really my pen game nothing damagin' When you was pullin' up, I was pullin' out I know real sh** that I ain't gonna talk about I seen the text messages, I seen the emails (Somebody tell me why he talkin' like a female) I heard you don't believe Chow you ain't goin' there Well guess what, go to hell how bout you eat there In every pic you look surprised all you do is stare You out of shape anyway, you need to eat a pair Get the f** off my page, stop watchin' me You n***as ain't God, ya'll ain't stoppin' me sh** is inflated, you intimidated I been knew why you n***as waited? You so calculated This time Next year Lil daddy you'll be emasculated sh** is X-Rated, go look it up Lowkey hatin' on me n***as obsessed I ain't upset, b**h I'm up next Ain't no pillow n***a IS YOU UP YET?!? Wanna sleep on me? Get a crook neck Get a stylist you don't look dressed One more year you will be stressed Here's an iron n***a cause YOU LOOK PRESSED Got a mad ex wit her new man but her new man like a mad ex I'm well-known, I'm renowned, you Rodman, you a rebound My words big, you can't spell I hold weight like a dumbbell Where the blood clot with this idiot Boy holla fresh cos your breath smell I'm goin' up that's an incline If she leave you you goin' decline I know sh**, kept my mouth shut And you told n***a that's a b*tch SIGN!!! Yeah, I was first, You won't be the last But when future drop, you became the past Now that I'm gone, good luck with them punchlines Sincerely yours, Safaree, flatline