Top Songs By Meek Mill
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Meek Mill
Vocals
Mike Tyson
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Beat Bully
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I'm the best ever
I'm the most brutal and vicious
And most ruthless champion there's ever been
There's no one can stop me
I'm Alexander, he's no Alexander
I'm the best ever
There's never been anybody as ruthless
[Verse 2]
I'm Sonny Liston, I'm Jack Dempsey
There's no one like me, I'm from their cloth
There's no one that can match me
My style is impetous
My defense is impregnable and I'm just ferocious
I want your heart
I want to eat his children
Praise be to Allah
[Verse 3]
(Maybach Music) Yeah
[Verse 4]
It's a lot of bad bitches in the building, amen
Came in the game killing ****, J-Lin
When it comes to whips I'm on some shit
I'm probably eight in
And I got that four door Aston Martin on the way in
Y'all **** come out, all the hoes stay in
Every time I come out, movie in the making
Realest **** in it all you got to do is say it
If a **** rap dissing when I see him I'ma spray him
Like bang! **** it ain't no game
Philly **** ain't the same, step in your lane
Before that chopper hit your brain, stay out the frame
'Cause when I let it bada-boom that's bada-bang!
Pussy ****, ah!
[Verse 5]
Right back like I never left
Rollie on my wrist cost a Camaro, yeah the double-S
Ever since I made a milli I ain't been in trouble yet
Still walk in the building and go bonkers with a hunnid racks
Hundred stacks, hell yeah
Hell yeah, fucking right
Boy, I got your favorite singer really tryna fuck tonight
Y'all **** was sleeping on me, I was really up at night
Tryna chase my dream, now I ball out my team
[Verse 6]
Man, I lean off of this Phantom
'Ima Boss' my anthem
MMG my clique, that's why your bitch all on my dick
I got thirty racks in my pocket
I keep thirty shots in my clip
I get thirty racks for my verses
Y'all ain't get paper like this, no!
[Verse 7]
I'm getting money, must be Illuminati
They think I signed up
'Cause I just bought a new Ferrari
And when I make a hunnid I'ma buy a new Bugatti
I be with some Philly ****
They just trying to shoot somebody
[Verse 8]
Tell 'em, I swear I tried to tell 'em
Lampin' in this penthouse, I started from the cellar
And if she want that hammer all up in her I'ma nail her
Word to my **** Ricky
We gon' kill the game this summer, ah!
Written by: Meek Mill
