Intro (Hate On Me) Lyrics – Meek Mill

Brrr!
Every time I get back in the streets
This Sh*t get darker
Yeah, woo

Ni*gas can't hate on me now
We do it all, we came to realize
They thinking 'bout taking me down
We done put bulletproof all on our cars
I told em bring anymore rounds
I put baguettes on all of my dawgs
They fall, they making a sound
I'm on a yacht with a bad thot
We got the streets in a headlock
Ni*ga tried to peep through the backyard
All he seen was the choppas and red dots
I got my mama a black card, yeah
I really put on for the head knock
This that 1AC, you ain't one of them rappers
And none of your steppers can step with my steppers
This chess, not checkers
I told my dawgs "Don't stress
Don't rush it", I really got off
It's seven on seven and I'm getting better and better
And better, my Ni*ga, it's never no pressure
Every time I hit up one of yo Ni*gas with smoke
It's never no pressure
Ni*gas is pu*sy, if I put a price on yo head
Sh*t, I get the special
You know I be hanging with Jews
Get money with Russians, I'm making my moves
The hood behind me, I never could lose
I'm good, I'm solid
Can't play me like one of them dudes
You probably end up on the news
We mobbing and wilding
You know we ain't tucking
Them jewels especially for none of you dudes
We sliding with choppas

Rocking Dior, I still remember me poor, I'm tryna get more
Welcome to Philly where Ni*gas get smoked for real tryna slide to the store
Send 'em with the stick, ghost the minivan stoley, slide with the door
Ni*gas wanna die in the streets and we can't even beef, I'ma die on the fours
And the bi*ch-a$$ rat keep talking that Sh*t like he can't get blitzed and die on the tour
Switching the lane up when I'm in that Wrangler and none of them boys can follow them boys
I got the game from the real OG's
And It's money over bi*ches, can't die 'bout a whore
I got the game from the real OG's
And It's money over bi*ches, can't die 'bout a whore, yeah

Hate on me now, hate on me now, I tell 'em hate on me now
Got all them bi*ches and all of 'em leeching, so ain't no more weighing me down
Fresh out the jewelers I ...?[1:35] they know I ain't playing around
I just pulled up in whatever I bought, but these Ni*gas in trouble, I'm saying it now, yeah
Hate on me now, hate on me now, I tell 'em hate on me now
Got all them bi*ches and all of 'em leeching, so ain't no more weighing me down
Hate on me now, hate on me now, Ni*gas can hate on me now
We in the city, y'all tell me it's something to say, you should say that Sh*t now, yeah

[1:55]

I was out in UK balling like 2K
All of my diamonds look duray
She say you only gone do it when we go out the country, we having a three way
I was getting head in the Rolls, start fu*king her as soon as I got on the PJ
You was tryna tuck her like PJ, I was tryna bust it and do it the free way
Yeah, I was at the bodega rocking Bottega
Crib like four acres and ain't got no neighbors, yeah
And I ain't never gone meet 'em
Once it's up there, Ni*ga, it's stuck there, blow it whenever we see you
We getting them ...?[2:32]
She gone fu*k on my dawg and all to get to the leader, I
Keep all my bi*ches in Bentleys and Beamers and I put the demons in Demons
Keep all my bi*ches in Bentleys and Beamers and I put the demons in Demons

Yow Meek
Yuh kno how di fu*king ting guh man
Woy yoii
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