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Artist: Meek Mill
Album:  Dreams and Nightmares
Song:   Intro (Dreams and Nightmares)
Typed by: Cedmaster3K

[Meek Mill]
Ain't this what they've been waitin' for? You ready?
Uhh, uhh..

I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this
So I had to, grind like that to shine like this
In a matter of, time I spent on some locked up shit
in the back of the, paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrists
See my dreams unfold, nightmares come true
It was time to marry the game and I said, "Yeah, I do"
If you want it you gotta see it with a clear-eyed view
Got a shorty, she tryna bless me like I said, "Achoo"
Like a nigga sneezed, nigga please before them triggers squeeze
I'm gettin' cream, never let them hoes get in between
of what we started, lil' nigga but I'm lionhearted
They love me when I was stuck and they hated when I departed
I go and get it regardless, draw it like I'm an artist
No crawlin', went straight to walkin' with foreigns in my garage
Got foreign bitches menagin', fuckin', suckin', and swallowin'
Anything for a dollar, they tell me get 'em, I got 'em {*echoes*}
...I did it without an album {*echoes*}
...I did shit with Mariah {*echoes*}
...Lil' nigga I'm on fire {*echoes*}
Icy as a hockey rink, Philly nigga I'm flyer
When I bought the Rolls Royce they thought it was leased
Then I bought that new Ferrari, hater rest in peace
Hater rest in peace, rest in peace to the parking lot
Phantom so big, it can't even fit in the parking spot
You ain't talkin' bout my niggas then what you talkin' bout?
Gangstas move in silence, nigga and I don't talk a lot
I don't say a word, I don't say a word
Was on my grind and now I got what I deserve fuck nigga {M-M-M-Maybach Music}
{*beat changes*} Hold up, wait a minute (minute) - y'all thought I was finished? (What?)
When I bought that Aston Martin y'all thought it was rented? (Yeah)
Flexin' on these niggas, I'm like Popeye on his spinach
Double M, yeah that's my team, Rozay the captain, I'm the lieutenant
I'm the type to count a million cash then grind like I'm broke
That Lambo, my new bitch, she'll ride like my Ghost
I'm ridin' around my city with my hand strapped on my toast
Cause these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it back home
Cause my momma need that bill money and my son need some milk
These niggas tryna take my life, they fuck around get killed
You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked
Cause these Philly niggas I brought with me don't fuck around, no joke, no
All I know is murder, when it comes to me
I got young niggas that's rollin' I got niggas throwin' b's
I done did the DOA's I done did the KOD's
Every time I'm in that bitch I get to throwin' 30 G's
But now I'm hangin' out that drop head, I'm ridin' down on Collins (SKRRT~!)
They like my nigga back home that young nigga be wildin' (they know)
We young niggas and we mobbin' (mobbin') like Batman and we're Robin/robbin' (whoa~!)
This 2-door Maybach, with my seat all reclinin'
I'm that real nigga whattup? (Whattup?) Real nigga whattup? (Whattup?)
If you ain't about that murder game then pussy nigga shut up (WHAT~?!)
If you diss me in yo' raps, I'll get your pussy ass stuck up
When you touchdown in my hood, no that tour life ain't good
Catch me down in MIA, at that Heat game on wood
with that Puma life on my feet, like that little engine I could
Boy I slide down on your block, bike on twelve o'clock
And they be throwing dueces on the same nigga they watch (Meek Milly!)
And I'm the king of my city cause I'm still calling them shots
And these lames talking that bullshit the same niggas that flopped
I'm the same nigga from Berks Street with them nappy braids that lock
The same nigga that came up and I had to wait for my spot
And these niggas hatin' on me (me), hoes waitin' on me (me)
Still on that hood shit, my Rolls Royce on E
They gon' remember ME~! I say remember ME~!
So much money have ya friends turn into ENEMIES~!
And when there's beef I turn my enemies to MEMORIES~!
With them bricks they go from 40 ain't no 10 A KEY~! Hold up
Broke nigga turn rich, love the game like Mitch
And if I leave you think them pretty hoes gon' still suck my dick?
It was something 'bout that Rollie when it first touched my wrist
Had me feeling like that dope boy when he first touched that brick
I'm gone.. haha, WOO~!