Letra de Don't Follow The Heathens Freestyle - Meek Mill

One time for all the trench babies worldwide

Reportin' live Meek Milly, you already know

Uh, and it's up, gang

I got different emotions

Startin' to feel like Call of Duty all this shit that I'm totin'

And it been hard to trust people, 'cause they been livin' too soulless

To clear my mind, I take a dip in the ocean, clear my soul up

Niggas know I rose up from a Rolls truck

Started from a Chevy, now it's a 'Rari with the doors up

Comin' down on [?] VS diamonds make them hoes lush

Yeah, they got it? Then we got it too, but they still chose us

They had the drop but froze up, they ain't really cut

Every time somebody die, we shoot the city up

Every time I tell a lie, she gon' giddy up

That pussy good, I pulled up

I wish you would, I get you tucked

It's a lot of niggas hatin', but it's still plenty us

I treat it like motivation, I just gotta pick it up

I made a vibe and never tell or let a nigga stick me up

And every time I took an L, I double back, one-fifty up

Fifty million dollars, and he ain't a scholar

They can not fuck with me, try and fuck my baby mommas

How do we stay grindin' through this fame and crazy drama?

'Cause I'ma do whatever, just to make it to mañana

Rolls with the Hermés, they made it in designer

Birkins on the baddie, I'm just makin' her look finer

Nigga drop the addy like "We slippin', we gon' find 'em"

Catch 'em down bad with them choppers and remind them

I say "You can do this too, if you hustle like I do"

I never cared what niggas did, 'cause they ain't fuckin' with my crew

I stayed down for all them nights and hustled hard

Because I knew any moment I could go blow up

Know the prices gotta go up

California nights, and motorcades when I roll up

This the type of shit that make a hating nigga throw up

This the type of shit that make a good girl go up

Sittin' in the hills, countin' up a mill'

Dirty North nigga, now I'm rich like Uncle Phil

Fresh Prince of Philly in arenas like I'm Gill'

My dawg always ask me "Since you made it, how it feel?"

I can't even explain it, I'm just not complainin'

I done made so much money that I can not contain it

I need another accountant to watch my other accountant

The way that money comin' in, at times can't even count it

I don't even check it, I stay humble, count my blessings

Went to jail, few niggas turned they back, I learned my lesson

Been in the game like ten years, and I still ain't get restless

Last nigga asleep, and the first nigga woke

'Cause the first nigga asleep, would be the first nigga broke

When the empire crumble, I just dip and I rumble

Had my back to the ropes, but I still didn't fumble

And I had to be ready when them killers confront you

'Cause I ain't down with extortion

We run 'em down with them torches

Picture me lettin' a broke nigga run down my fortress

Nigga stuck, we spinnin' up

And run it down on they porches and smokin' everything

About this food on my plate, I'm talkin' everything

You see the mood on my face that I ain't havin' it

School of hard knocks, I'm a graduate

So I adapt to all them tracks from all them savages

And I keep that metal stuck to me like a magnet

Lead my dreams to chase your dreams and shatter it

The Cosa Nostra, super ultra

On the capo callin' shots, so they gon' super soak ya

I just came from LAX, might think I'm doin' Oprah

Ands still can hang out on the corner with the super vultures

But I choose not to, but if I got to turn back to feed my family

You know what I do, I said, you know what I do

I still go and see my grandma when I got time to

She said "I'm prayin' for you baby, don't let 'em Tupac you"

I'm not concerned about who tellin', or 'bout who shot who

All I know is they cop-

I said all I know is they drop Cullinans, and we cop too

The dealer called, they said "They here", I want mine Nipsey blue

I love the hood, but I can't do the shit that Nipsey do

'Cause when my nigga died, it felt like I seen me too

On the ground bleedin' out

So when I'm leavin' out, yeah, I be paranoid, so I gotta keep it out

I'm like Malcolm out the window with that AK peakin' out, yeah

Bloodshed, nigga's moms cry

I'm prayin' every day they hit him when it's your time

I pray they let us do our thing until it's your time

But until then, we on defense like it's ball time

Yeah

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