Artist: Meek Mill
Album:  Flamers 2.5: The Preview (Mixtape)
Song:   Run This Town
Typed by: AZ Lyrics

I'm screamin free my nigga TIP
Bought if from Atlanta to Philly like Mick Vick
Fightin charges lawyers say dat they might stick
I was prayin to god man don't do me like dis
Da hoes fuckin niggas with the bricks
Now they fuckin me, I laugh, dirty bitch
Stay humble even doe I know I'm the shit
But if rap don't work out I guve me 36
Or better 72 or better 144
Dats 4 of em if u ain't know it
I break it down [?]
N I make it do what it do dat dirty money galore
N the feds they gon have to catch me
Or money power respect me
DA haters used to neglect me, but nowaday they justaccept me
Cause fightin what they expected since ice they see n my necklace
N glory all n my story, alot of niggas they bore me
I used to ain't matter much ut I hustle like Robert Horry
N now I'm ballin like Kobe, shit change Lebron James
N now I'm gettin dis money n killin em John Wayne
I chilled n my time came, my peer fast as a leer
I dare without a fear they try 2 box me I squared
I ran circles around em, n now look at em here
they cheerin dat I'm on top
Bustin like I'm a glock
Butsin right out the box
I bust em right out the pot
N went to the jewelry store [?] butsin all out the watch
Me perform like a GT trick bike
Say a word nigga I can pull yo bitch like
I know sign language
We call it shine language
Let the swag talk
She say it's the swag fault