Wins and Losses Freestyle with DJ Clue lyrics

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]

I got the key to the streets
I got the key to the safe
He wanna see what I'm selling
I put the key in his face
I just got back from the dealer, i got the key to the Wraith
I got the key to the Bentley Truck
When I leave the booth, I'm gone pick it up
Facts, when I'm in my hood, sh*t I do what I wanna
250 im spinnin' the corner
You better get busy you running up on us, no rat
Ain't no rat n*gga
Play on my n*gga you know you a goner
Play on my n*gga you know they gone hit you
These n*ggas be hating the f*ck is they issue?
They mad, ah damn, busting it down on my real ones
They kill each other for lil ones
We tryna set up the lil ones
Loyalty only thing matter to me
We bout to bust up some millions
n*ggas is ready civilians
We the type never to [?]
Wait, wait wait, walk in and blow when I step in it
I'm from the P and I'm repping it
Seen it with me that's a definite
That was your chick, better check on it
I write a name, put a check on it
She suck my di*k get a check for it
Im tripping
Maybach, Maybach, Maybach, Maybach in this b*tch
Back to back and the black on black Maybach Maybach getting rich
Maybach, Maybach, Maybach, when she suck this Maybach di*k
Maybach Maybach does that sh*t
Timing is money and money is time
Hustle like I'm bout to run out of time
Step to a chump in the front of the line
Get on my level I been in the mix
Blue on Rick 'Rari like Optimus Prime
Most of these n*ggas be popping these pills
Don't know what they talking, they out of they mind
They sipping that lean and popping them percys a thousand a time
They said that they goons get not full bodied they dropping a dime
You said he a hitter, why you was lying?
He hit the district, he posting them pictures and crying for mom
n*ggas is rats, gang
Living that sh*t I was rapping and rapping this sh*t I was trapping
We catch them n*ggas in traffic
That F N 5 7 drop 21 on 'em no savage
I ain't not doing no rapping
That 2500 my sneakers three thousand my jacket
n*ggas be thinking that I'm into fashion
I'm being Neiman's just ball in the snap
Double M G, we gone crush y'all
If it's f*ck me, you know its f*ck y'all
b*tch ass n*ggas, they don't want war
All these choppers in the crib look like a gun store
And the rose gold look like duck sauce in the Maybach
With a young broad why the f*ck would I give a f*ck for?
We don't lose sleep by the f*ck boy
Sending hits like a drug lord, Pablo
Dog food like Ralo
If they all move then they die slow, pronto
Mixing that Louis, that Gucci, that east Saint Laurent with diamond Milano
Feeling that sh*t that I ride for
Pop a wheelie when we see the 5-0
Who motivate n*ggas if I go?
Name one at the ClearPort, where you can't come
Eating, finger-licking on the G5
Prime state with the A1
When it come to rappers, I don't be with n*ggas
I'm still mobbing on them with my day ones
Lil shorty try to play the kid (KIdd) but I'm Jason
Handle that rod like it's And 1
Talking hot sauce when I pop off with the top off
Finna Wraith fan from a popstar
Man I live a life n*ggas would die for
This that young n*gga talk at the dealer sh*t
When you killing sh*t, on some winner sh*t
At the VMA's with the 30 on me
In the front row and who with the sh*ts
Cause these f*ck n*ggas say they want smoke
When we run into 'em we gone kill the sh*t
Talking really quick
Keep the strap on me like a n*gga b*tch
All these racks on me I feel n*gga rich
Yeah you know, all these racks on me, I feel n*gga rich
All these racks on me, I feel n*gga rich
I'm tired this the end of the night
I swear to God I ain't go to sleep last night
Hey Clue, I swear to God you better stop doing your show at nighttime too Clue
Wins and Losses is in stores right now, Meek Milly its your boy checking in
NYC, you already know what it is we in this b*tch, gang
Chasers, chasers
Maybach, Maybach, Maybach, in this b*tch
Back to back and the black on black Maybach Maybach getting rich
Maybach, Maybach, Maybach, when she suck this Maybach di*k
Maybach Maybach does that sh*t, GANG