Meek Mill Ain’t Me

[Intro: DJ Drama]

Alright lets be clear

They might of done a thing or two

But there track record in the streets is “Ain’t Like Me”

They ain’t me

[Hook: Meek Mill]

Ain’t me, ain’t me, these pussy ass niggas ain’t me

Got a couple main hoes that I’m fucking round with

But this one bad bitch you can’t see

And all my niggas get straight to the money, these stones all clear HD

And my DC chain shine bright, shine bright with my gold AP

Ain’t me, ain’t me, these pussy ass niggas ain’t me

Got a couple real niggas that I’m fucking round with

Can’t come round a nigga ain’t see

And them bricks still sell them for the high

My nigga in the drop top birds ain’t cheap

These niggas still sell the work

Tell ’em work ain’t that easy

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]

Ain’t me, ain’t me, these pussy ass niggas ain’t me

These pussy ass niggas can’t come to my hood

Cause you pussy ass niggas ain’t me

I got all these shooters that’s down for the cause

And they all get money like me

And, and I still ride around my hood

Quarter milli on a nigga white tee

And yall niggas still hating on it, still hating on it

Talking what they gonna do to me

But I’m strapped up & I’m waiting on it

These niggas ain’t built like that

These niggas get killed like that

Running ’round my name in their mouth

Banana clips get peeled like that

And they wonder why I feel like that

Cause every other month I make a mill like that

Took my whole family up out that hood

Set ’em all nice in the hills like that, shit real like that

You ain’t gotta like my shit, pay for the flow, I don’t write my shit

Better pray to God I don’t like your bitch

Cause if she catch eye then she might get hit! Woah!


[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]

I’m a real ass nigga and I’ve been like that

Day one and I ain’t gone change

In the hood nigga act a little different when I come through

Cause a nigga got a little change

Little pussy ass nigga don’t test no nigga

Cause if he do then its gone be flames

That 40 gone go bang bang

Them niggas might say my name

My young niggas got rollies on

Bitches got them Birkins on

My trigger finger been itchin’

My patients short, but my money long

Its levels to this shit for real

Boy I’m dream chasing tryna see a hundred M’s

Got the plug on deck if I wanna go back

Put work in the trap what you know about that

Pillow talking to ya ho hating on a nigga

Fuck around lose ya ho like that

Ain’t me, ain’t me, these rapping ass niggas, ain’t me

Only fuck with real niggas like Meek (What up meek?)

You ain’t CMG or DC


[Verse 3: Omelly]

Ain’t me, these pussy ass niggas ain’t me

Gettin’ money my day ones you know we reppin’ DC

Cause I dropped that bag on you, I kill you niggas for free

I got all this money on me, I got all these hundreds on me ho

Backin’ up in this Panamera with some rich ass hoes

Started off with a quarter ounce, had to get that dough

Flip them, move circles on them like Tic Tac Toe

Hoes ready they fucking sucking on the get set go


[Outro: DJ Drama]

I guess we can’t tell you enough

What you do won’t make you me

Truthfully some of you niggas need to get some sleep

Your dreams aren’t manifesting correctly