War Pain (drake Diss) Lyrics - Meek Mill

Location: Toronto; Status: five star hotel, Four Seasons. Them chumps right upstairs, they know not to come down here playin' no real niggas. Mood; I'm still up countin' five hundred thousand cash. Nicki in the 

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I've been in my cell for a week straight 

Locked down 24, no more Phillippe steak 

Damn, shit's so real it seems fake 

Damn, let me take 'em to the green gate 

When we was sellin' white girl 

Audemar shinin' like it need a light bill 

These niggas dick ride like they don't even like girls 

A hundred thousand for the jet, yeah that's the flight bill 

Damn, cost four bricks to go to the LIV nigga 

Whole squad on some shit, that's how we live nigga 

Twenty-five bad bitches what we did nigga 

That's fifty different Louboutins bleedin' red nigga 

Whew, I ain't blood and I ain't crippin' neither 

On the phone with the plug talkin' Justin Bieber 

I made milly last week and I ain't touch it neither 

Straight cash tryna give 'em straight gas 

Catch you out in Brooklyn, get your chain tookin' 

My Philly boys'll creep up on you when you ain't lookin' 

With your lil memes, I be with the real queen 

Screamin' free the real Preme, we be doin' real things 

Pull up with a bad bitch, whippin' somethin' real mean 

Marchin' all these fuckin' drums on me like a drill team 

I be with my young niggas, all they know is kill things 

Don't make me make a real scene, uh 

See an OVO chain, probably take that shit 

Said dreamin' wasn't enough, we had to chase that shit 

You ain't write it' nigga, we caught ya, can't erase that shit 

And you claimin' you HOV now? Why you state that shit? 

Man I hate that shit, niggas be talkin' out they face 

But soon as you body somethin' they be singin' like they Drake 

Wait, niggas dancin' like they fruitcakes 

Hotline Bling, don't get no bing up in this new Wraith 

Pull up on the plug, swap that bag with the suitcase 

DC4 on the way, that's nigga's due date 

Robbed you in your city and you told 

Tory from the 6, you hatin' on him, Lord knows 

Culture vulture, now it's time to pay the tolls 

Soft as the lacrosse team, boy that's word to HOV 

No reply, word to God I'm on the floor still 

Me and Nicki watchin' the Sixers, I'm closin' more deals 

Dream chasin' double MG, we got the door sealed 

Roc Nation, Atlantic Records, I'm on my fourth deal 

When I met you, you was on my dick 

Asked me to hold the DC chain, now you on some shit 

Omelly told me get it back cause he's like "boy's a bitch" 

And I'm like, let him get it took cause we gon' charge 'em trips 

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Fuckboy, huh charge you triple the way this real nigga stamp. Chasers, ahh. Location: Philly; Mood: Glock with 30; Status: triple OG, never been disrespected without retaliation, chump 

I've been in the hood for like a year straight 

Sippin' dirty, it be hard for me to stare straight 

Damn, it's time to cut the dead weight 

I'm tryna turn my CLS into a red Wraith 

When I was sellin' hard crack you was scared straight 

I dropped 9 and bought the Rollie with the red face 

Meek the one that got the mil, the one that got the deal 

I'm still lampin' with the shooters and they poppin' pills 

These niggas like to rap diss they get popped for real 

It's time to son these pussy rappers, I'm their pop for real 

I'm the type to fuck your mom cause she's a thot for real 

And I ain't got one, my pump playin' shotgun 

Quarterback that Glock, Cam Newton, and you catch a hot one 

And for the fam I'll keep shootin' until the cops come 

Reload, double back, hold up cuz, I got one 

Official only respect official and you are not one 

No, we are not them, we be on some other shit 

Deep in them trenches, duckin' narcotics and the government 

Tracin' the dollar, flippin' that product, tryna double shit 

Chewing like it's double mint 

Man, who you niggas fuckin' with? 

Hah, hey Meek Mill man, I'ma start running down on these niggas too. Real rap, these niggas soft and they frauds, check DC record nigga, we flawless. Any nigga stepped up to the fuckin' plate got rolled over. I ain't just talkin' to be talkin', nigga, check the resume. How many times we got to fuck the city up for you niggas to pay homage. Fuck you niggas talking bout nigga? Slide through 20 deep, I'm talkin' bout 7 Rolls Royces, 3 Maybachs, 20 Rollies, 30 Cubans, 25 bad bitches, 25 Chanel bags, 6 Caddie trucks, jumbo jacks. Stop playin' nigga, we came from nothin'