Meek Mill Kendrick You Next song lyrics

So okay, you want to see some macho shit? I'm the most macho nigga out here. I thought you niggas knew, I'm the most thuggish nigga out here. I have no mothafuckin' fear… I have no fear, I have only ambition, and I want mine, and I will do anything to protect and feed my family

First off, fucked your bitch nigga get a blood test

You a upset nigga, where the love at?

When we talking 'bout Philly know I fucking run that

Same place I've been up corners you can never come back

You fraud nigga, ball like I'm Chrissy Paul nigga

I cross niggas, when you hate it cause you lost nigga

You soft nigga, then you disrespect a boss, nigga

You dissin' to get you on, that'll get you off nigga

Broad nigga, and you was screamin' "come to my hotel"

Nigga, we was slingin work out the motel!

No scale, Barry Reese, I know you so well

I caught your chick, I pulled that bitch like she a coat tail

Let's keep it trilla, you ain't never make a dope sale

You ain't never played that corner--make a coke sale

On a late night, swimmin with the great whites

You was rockin' durags - big T's fake Mike's

Boy you had a wild week, shoppin' on Canal Street

Same place you bought your fake chain and your time-piece

How we gon' believe you? Nigga I should lead you!

Talkin' "PC" that was never Beanie Sigel!

That was never ME, why you lying to the people?

I was locked down, still doing shit illegal

Running around in jail like: I ain't give a hell when

You was on PC locking it with males

And I ain't got time for this shit, let me get another one

23 and 1 never get to see the sun

Had to get a glass visit just so you could see your son

Took a deal on your homie, cause you couldn't beat the gun

They was tryna give you life, man you know that wasn't right

Then you left him in the hood, on his head he had a price

You ain't even give a call, other niggas shot him twice

Niggas trynna get a buzz off my name for some likes

Dead rapper, I'm at you, I'mma give you one tonight

Cassidy, boy you so trash to me

Do the math I dissed you, that's subtract to me

You ain't poppin, what the fuck could you add to me

You just another dead body, another casualty

I'm in the streets, so I do this beat casually

And I ain't even write this shit, why you mad at me?

Cause you nursery rhyming, flow perfectly timing

And I'm giving gas, I'm in the Aston that Swizzy designed

Now beat it, I know you're heated but I know you need it

I got that Justin Bieber please believe it, nigga I know you see it

They play piano at your viewing, let Alicia key it

I asked Swizzy "could she do it?" he said "nigga, beat it"

Swizz don't fuck with you, Melo didn't either

You fucked that check up, you bit the hand that feed you

And you was 6 feet, you got me digging deeper

Hold up, let's switch the beat so I can spit some Ether

Oh shit!

You purple dickie wearing durag

Over sized fitted, fake Air 1 wearing nigga

I say, come on with your soft ass, all you niggas all trash

Couldn't bet a 100 grand, nigga that's a small tab

I'mma hit him where it hurts, this gon' make his dog mad

This verse gon' hit this nigga harder than that car crash

That you should've died in, I'm mad that you survived it

But I came to murder you and have you scuba diving

Swimming with the fishes, all you niggas is bitches

Dick riders knocking on the wood, superstitious

Pause that, I'm all that, I'm really in the trenches

And when I see you nigga I'mma have you jumping fences

Cutting through the alleys, you must be on the molly

Sniffing all that white shit and fucking with that Bobby

Come to your hotel and meet you in the lobby

Just to Worldstar you and do you just like

Tommy Hearns did Martin, I burn in the Martin

That Aston when I start it like a lion when its roaring

Boy you lying, you ain't touring, you can't even get a show

Shit you like a pound of reggie, they can get you for the low

And I'm like a brick of Diesel, it cost 60 for the flow

You ain't a gangsta, you a wanksta, nigga 50 even know

You say you a gangsta but you never pop nothing

And you locked your homie out when you heard the cops coming

Rapping for a longtime, nigga you ain't got nothing

You ain't wanna battle Mook neither, nigga stop fronting

Damn homie, in high school you was the man homie

Fuck happened to you?

You had a doghouse with a doghouse in the backyard

Now you living in a doghouse in the backyard

Nigga I was broke then, now I got Black Card

Your career maxed out, you're shit like mac card

Easy nigga, I talk greasy nigga

And I'mma stunt on Instagram just to tease you, nigga

Couple months we at the funeral

I swear to God that shit was beautiful

Five x t's, durag's, the usual

Your mama screaming like "Cassidy what they do to you"

And this shit called "Kendrick You Next"

I'm just on some shit this time, everybody get it

You say my name, I give you a thousand

Just that simple...