Stay Schemin Freestyle Lyrics - Philadelphia Eagles 3 - Meek Mill

Uh I say one life to live 

So nigger I'm a ball till I fucking fall 

Like September gone hell a hall 

Niggers act like they don't remember when I was selling raw 

But since they run their mouth like bitches they can tell them broads 

How I came through 

Panama fling blue 

Everybody bust down 

And I'm with the same crew 

Heck my homie's selling dope 

They don't got the same view 

But we got the same goes 

I used to work that same old 

I used to sell them same 

Touch hot a hundred mill 

Twenty four with a ghost 

I swear my life is hell a real 

Took them babies out the hood 

Put my mind up on that hill 

Got the weight up off my shoulders 

Tell them that it's time to kill 

Officer and all these other suckers man 

Cause only 24 and buying shit they wished they had 

Is it my bad? 

Or Is it my fault? 

Life I live and shit I talk 

Hoes I hit and the whips I pop 

When I did that bit they forget that part 

And it's all so cold 

Where grown men cry 

And old men die 

But I ain't fouled 

Did them my time 

None of them hope he die 

But I'm gonna live 

Like MIA 

Sunday we lie 

We in that viv 

And when we dib 

We fly G5 nigger 

I used to have a million in the bank bitch 

But now I got it I treat it just like my last bitch 

Got another one 

Harder than a double serve 

Real homies love me cause they feel just where I'm coming from 

Old hares been balling 

I ain't talking running ball 

Use to chase the paper now the money I be running from 

Ah every day I wake up I just pray to god 

That I get my cake up and I stay alive 

Pac Man Pac Man 

Run because the ghost is out 

Ross has bought a new crib 

Shit it looked like Oprah's house 

I just bought a new crib 

My shit ... the older house 

Last of a dyeing bread it's nothing that I told about 

Y'all get exported when them bricks get imported 

... imported 

The informers be informing 

Got a crib in Malibu California 

About to do Miami 

Got a sting I clear my debt 

I told them do it for ah 

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I ride for my niggers dog 

I ride for my niggers uh 

And I slide for my niggers dog uh 

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I say money in the building everybody spending 

Thirty rights I'm a shit my pockets sound when it 

Louis Vuitton snickers different colors I'll be in them 

Keep a bad chick with me 

I don't own her she a rental 

Cause I 

Wear 'em out 

Take 'em back 

She know I extend you with a lot I make I stack 

Looking at the dill fuck around and take this back 

I get so comfy in that bitch I fuck her and I take a nap Z's 

She at me with that paper I'm like bitch please 

Shout out to the jeweler make my wrist freeze 

This shit that's on my hip 

Believe you're Swiss cheese 

Hit you with the whole clip 

You get on some bullshit 

I'm a blow this paper like it's 2012 

If getting money was a sin I guess I'm going to hell 

If stacking on them was a crime I guess I'm going to jail 

And they gonna have to give me life cause I'll be doing it well 

I'm getting money on the regular 

We don't smoking regular cause nigger we ain't regular 

Got some pretty ... on my cellular 

All I get is straight cash and I'm like a register 

I'm balling like there's no tomorrow 

Forty on my order ma 

Thirty foot this pricy piece 

I think I got every sneak 

I don't hit so many dimes 

Presidentuary sweet 

Back and forth to Hollywood 

MIA like every week 

Can't remember my maps 

Cause I got so many but now I'm back 

I came from Hollywood to the trap 

And I'm right back in these streets 

Running round with this map 

And I ain't talking about my laptop 

Talking 'bout the back block 

Running in a dirty wet 

Hammers in the stash box 

Huh? What you know about that? 

I'm spitting bars off the top and they ain't flowing like that 

They ain't flowing like this 

Old school flow 

Flowing like kiss raspy voice in the vib 

With a hundred bottle 

Ace of spade doing my thing 

Hot '97 they know that I'm going angry 

My neck, my wrist be all bling 

A lot of niggers catch cases 

They ain't like me 

They are sing 

When it's time to see their selves 

I ain't had no bell 

But had a couple of bitches 

They was riding me sentimental 

So I had to hold it down 

And now I got the crown 

I ride for my niggers dog 

I ride for my niggers uh