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Meek Mill - 1942 Flows (Official Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Meek Mill
Meek Mill
Vocals
Dougie
Dougie
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Douglas Whitehead
Douglas Whitehead
Songwriter
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Meek Mill
Meek Mill
Executive Producer
Ryan Jumper
Ryan Jumper
Assistant Mixing Engineer
James "Jayme Be" Belt
James "Jayme Be" Belt
Assistant Engineer
William Dougan
William Dougan
Assistant Engineer
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Executive Producer
Miles Walker
Miles Walker
Mixing Engineer
Dougie
Dougie
Producer
Anthony Cruz
Anthony Cruz
Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Started off poor with plans to own more Now we own stores and fuck the baddest whores I was on tour with niggas that sold raw Started sellin' white, we won't sell it no more I'm like, Trump ain't feelin' us, cops still killin' us Niggas takin' shots, can't stop me, they ain't real enough Cut her off, act like she's dead and it's killin' her New dawn, Hermes seats, I let the ceilin' up Just to kill 'em softly, ooh, get 'em off me Try to crucify me like I'm Jesus, the way she cross me I'm too bossy and too thorough To move like a weirdo on point like an arrow We started off with zero, now I'm seein' Ms Diamonds like water and they jumpin' out the gym Shootin' like Harden if yo' head was the rim 'Cause niggas wanna line me like a shape up and a trim, damn Back when I was broke, they was cool wit' it Now every move I make, I'm in the news wit' it Even if I ain't do it, they be like, "You did it" My teacher always used to tell me, "You gon' lose, nigga" That's why I never went to school, nigga And why I'm rappin' like I got somethin' to prove, nigga Went and bought the mansion wit' the pool in it Billy with the stamp, I get two wit' it Move wit' it 'cause these niggas wanna take my life No weapon formed against me, every time I pray at night Scoopin' thotties in the Phantom, that's the way of life And make 'em fuck their best friends like they was dykes Reachin' for the Glock, every time I play the light I'm on 12 o'clock every time I play them bikes I'm with the pack, uh, gettin' back, yeah Spend dope, nigga, sellin' smack, gang I'm gettin' chips off music like Rap Snacks Yeah, 10 mill' in cash of Ethika, that's a fact Money, power, respect, eatin' breakfast on a jet I know these niggas upset, they ain't see me fall yet Wins and losses They wanna see me fall, and I will never sell my soul I'm on some shit that they ain't seen before Dream chasin', catchin' all my goals And I don't need these hoes I'm gettin' money, me and all my woes Play with me, you know is all out war The young niggas goin' all out for us Bloggers in a frenzy, truck to the Bentley Ain't doin' no interviews, I'm busy, nigga, we litty So when you see me out, don't ask me about no Nicki Fuck, I look like tellin' my business on Wendy Niggas gossip like queens, we was servin' fiends .40 bust your windows out, Jazmine Sullivan They told 'em, "Pop Mollys", I told 'em to be kings Sippin' 1942 like it's lean I done seen all these niggas try to downplay my dreams So I'ma give it to 'em every time I'm on the scene Pull up, Ghost, Ghost, Wraith, Wraith when you see me Some suckers wanna be me and some suckers wanna leave me I know it, I go through it, don't show it I told niggas who wrote it, ain't takin' back what I quoted Started off wit' a quarter, flipped that to a half Turned that to an ounce, got some shit in the stash Nigga say that he gon' rob me, put a brick on his ass Now every killer in my city tryna look for his ass And one thing 'bout Meek Milly, I'ma get to a bag Had to starve all day just to get to it fast Like Ramadan, totin' Ks like it's Palestine Real niggas in my ambiance, bottom line Ever since I met Ross and signed a dotted line I gave my mama ten thousand, at least a thousand times Do the math on it They wanna see me fall, and I will never sell my soul I'm on some shit that they ain't seen before Dream chasin', catchin' all my goals And I don't need these hoes I'm gettin' money, me and all my woes Play with me, you know is all out war The young niggas goin' all out for us Talkin', this my cocky flow Damn Daniel, why you son him? Mr. Miyagi though This that rose gold Patek, call me like '94 Mean nothin' to me, I tell you how it gotta go Rain, sleet, on that corner when the block was slow E'rybody was tryna trap, we started poppin' though Heard that bitch say she cut me, I was like, "¡adiós!" In the field, knock 'em down, it look like dominoes Young nigga, I turned my Impala to a Wraith When you get a dollar they gon' hate Bought my mom the crib wit' that gate Private school for all them babies, now they straight, nigga They wanna see me fall, and I will never sell my soul I'm on some shit that they ain't seen before Dream chasin', catchin' all my goals And I don't need these hoes I'm gettin' money, me and all my woes Play with me, you know is all out war The young niggas goin' all out for us
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