Bat Cave Radio Freestyle

I tell em, I say
One yourself when 2 niggas run up with 3 gats
A four, five, six shots
Seven like eight claps
Da nine milli throw ten shots
Where ya face at
And the MAC 11 tucked in where da 12 gauge at
When I was 13 had 14 grams of ajax
Turned 15 start spitting 16s
Of straight crack
By 17, 18th street where I played that
19 niggas on the corner with
20s and they strapped
Playin with my money like
Playin with my emotions
Floatin off that water like I'm
Layin in da ocean
Roastin, I make you disappear, hocus-pocus
We leave these suckas like they Jerry Rice
Wide open
In da field to get real, ya block slow-motion
And the bills rollin in just like a coasta
Gotta catch a nigga sleepin late night
Stick em with the toaster
Make him put it all in
Like he was playin poker
Cause I remember days, nights
I couldn't even think right
Niggas gettin murked out I'm clutchin
On that thing tight
I wouldn't even blink like
Blink once, blink twice
Cause that'd get ya life snatched
Faster than a Tyson match
Pull up to the scene so fresh, so clean
In a 7-4 pound, with the windows rolled down
Like 20 on my neck, feel like the king
No crown i be Prada down enough and all
My year be low down red horse, red stripes
Red porshe, red lights
Tell me stop cause I'm killin em
Got chains like a millions
Lames they not feelin em
But tell em keep hatin
Praying on my downfall, tell em keep waitin
I be here, I be there
Wear them rocks on rocawear
I'm so fly without no leer
Why would I lie? No I don't care
I ride that fire without no fear
Keep that choppa on deck
If a hater run up on me
Hit him up with no rat
It's big business, big bills
And big choppas
Cherry red Challenger, lookin like a lobster
All blacks D's on it, hoes holla
Slidin through your area
Why is they comparin us?
Serious, numbers on my check
Look like a serial
And I still got the block jumpin
Shawn Marion i said a hater disrespect me
Then I'm airin em
He don't dig me where I from we just bury em
We count money, fuck bitches, go super hard
Maybach, layed back
Looking like a super star
Diamonds on my neck
Shining on em like a shooting star
30 in the clip it's got me
Feeling like a shooting guard
Stop me, small but I'm cocky
2 40s give a sucka 80 like Shockey
Pull up in the hood 4 door Mazeradi
Jewels on flashy like a paparazzi
Copy, I be probably in the hills out in Cali
In the million dollar crib eatin
On shrimp and brocolli
Watch me, Pilladels Flyer, no hockey
Tell your chick to google me
She can dot com me
She ain't gotta chase me
Just tell her myspace me
And maybe she can find me
So I can get behind it
Heard I got a deal so now
She joe me like sloppy
Got the goons on deck
They ride hard like Kowazakis
They ride hard, I said they ride hard
I say we be the freshest jury be VVSes
Kated by DTSes
Like Khalid shit we the best and
I tell em hoes I don't wanna talk
Just leave a message
Automatic stash boxes so they
Can see the weapons
But I be DC reppin, Grand Hustle the muscle
No me don't love these girls
I just love when I fuck em
I just ah, no me don't love these girls
I just love when I fuck em
Let me keep it clean, holdup what I say?
I said, I said, said
I got money on my mind, change on my membrane
Insane, in the kitchen with it
Got the whip game
Similar to Gordon, throw it in the pyrex
Like can I get your order?
Ounces to the quarter
Omelly pushed the rock
I pushed the haze power forward
20s have a niggas floatin like
He in the water
Sure ya, we got bundles for a Goya
A bean my nigga, if you need I get it for ya
This sawyer on my hip, tinted in the rora
Bad lil chick with me, looking like Kimora
Lead that's me in the pocketbook to yora
Long pretty hair ass juicy and Coutura
20s, 50s, hundreds
Nigga that's all up in my money grip
We chewin like it's double mint
That 40 got a double clip
Automatic magnum like a condom
With a rubber grip
And these suckas step up out of line
And we gon fuck em up
I hug that strip, on the block
With that Yao Ming
Those oh yous put them on a
Higher plain like Al Green
Now I mean, ay ay, they hear when I talk
Got that white girl and that
Green lady like Fairmount park
And this nigga think he G
I bet he fear when I spark
Put some hot shit in his
Tea, he be layin out, chalk
Where he at? There he go
Pull up on that nigga slow
Got that ruga clip like rula
Shootin like a video
And we be ridin, ridin, slippin, slidin
All through the city with that
Semi right beside him ballin like Jimmy
And that nigga try and try him
We catch em when they slippin, homicide em
I said now they start and stop and frisk us
Niggas gettin childish
But really they ain't stoppin shit
That's just gon get a cop in here
We're competent, common sense, cause niggas
They rock this shit
From where they forever hate
You'll never get a compliment
I'd rather do a 5 to 10
Nigga fore I lose my life
Go out in a blaze of glory
Squezing with my trigga tight
Young loke, and gun smoke, and done choke
And nigga raised by the rat's roaches
Real youngen holdin coke
State they gave my man life
Feds they gave my man 10
Messin with this dirty game feel like
I'm on a dead end
Like damn where my nigga Rick
Damn where my nigga Brick
As time flies I think about you
Know you tired and sick of it
Then they said my nigga snitched
I could neva see that
Talkin that they got statements on him
Hold let me read that believe that
Was gettin high off of life, about to relapse
Gud gang, aka them Ladder boys, we back
We back i ain't playin

I said i don't make it rain, I ain't rich
I ain't got a milli
I ain't trynna chase a bitch
Yeah I got signed
But I ain't got them bricks
And I still step up in the
Club feelin like I'm Mitt
We got Squally in the building
He be there strapped
Omelly outside and he let out with the Mac
Me I'm in the crowd
Just chillin fallin back
Peepin out the scene, I see a hater I react
Like you don't want no problems
We come with them choppas
They call us the Ladder Boys
Cause we get it poppin
We don't do no robbin, all we do is grind
Hustle from the muscle nigga
Save up every dime
Everybody know I'm bout to blow like a bomb
Boom pull up in the '96 Impala, vroom
Hammers in the stash box dirty, broom
The holster in the passenger, gansta, goon
Yeah I do my thang uh, I said, I said
Yeah I be on some shit, yeah I do my thang

I ain't gon give em that
Imma let Raw give em that man
I do my thang man, shout out to my boy Oskee
My boy Oskee, my boy Oskee hold on, hold up
I said, they gave my nigga 20 years
Man that wasn't even right
Got him in the Hell hole
Livin at the speed of light
Prayin that the time fly by so
He can see the light
See his kids meet a wife
All over a key of white
But why you think they take
That time from you, cause you need it right?
And you can't get it back
So how they givin people life?
Like you gon live again
Grow up be a kid again
That's why I never waste time
I cherish every minute in
Pray that God faithful though
Man half that shit I make, I blow
I don't even take it slow
Cause any given day could go
And I could see my death date
Feel my last breath take
That's why I go and get it now
I be like shit wait
Die young, and the bag don't even last that
Where the young niggas 16 and
Over die fast at i was made there
Raised there but moved past that
Livin at the speed of light
It looked like a flash back i don got money
Went broke then got the cash back
Had it I was cool though
Lost it I got laughed at
That's why I never ever cherish
Nothin I can have back
Thankful for my life though
I wish I could stash that
Shit I'm just livin at the speed of light
Ballin hard to see the light
Be here today, to cease tonight
I just hope when God come arrest me that
He read my rights, read my wrongs, ah

Rest in peace to Shotty too man rest
In peace all my boys man
Free the whole State Road man, when you get
Out here man, all my boys that's booked
Man when you get out here do

Your thing man
Jail ain't for nobody man it's Meek Milli
I'm in the building, Bad K studio man
Flamerz all day y'all want some more?

I say, hold up I'm on my grind
I hustle everyday
And I won't 9 to 5 but you
Can get that 9 for 5
We got that ye, ay ay bae bae
Come around my way everything be a-okay
Even quarters has some ozs niggas
Know we got that way but ay ay ay
I remember dog we used to be slaves
Now we whip that white like it's Kuntakente
Ay, all we know is hustle get payed
Grind from the muscle just to
Lay up in the shade
Cause I'm the man in my city
And nobody fucking with me
I be rollin through your hood
Ridin shotty with the semi
They be rollin on that good
I be poppin on that henny
Ridin tinted in the SR, tu with that hemi
See that bad chick? That's all me I be in it
From the front and from the back
I say this and she do that
I step in, they like "Who dat?"
That's Meek Milli and them boys
Brought them choppas in the building
We be really making noise
Said we be really making noise
We brought them choppas in the building
We be really making noise, boy!