20 of the Best Lyrics From Meek Mill’s ‘DC4′ Mixtape

"I got God watchin' over me from courtside ballin' like I'm Jordan 'cause I'm blessed up/And niggas want me gone but I'm still alive wake up every morning feelin' blessed up/Pull up in that holy Ghost cause I'm blessed up/I'ma do the most cause I'm blessed up/Had to scoop my niggas out the hood now we all eatin' good like we should cause we blessed up"

"I'm the man of the hour, I'm the nigga with the airtime/Rolls Royce Wraith, put your bitch in the stars like she in the airline/Niggas talk 'bout my hair line/I laugh about it, I be feelin' them/See, we both be making M's/They be making memes, I be making millions/I just counted up a Quentin Miller/A Q.M, that's a quarter milli/They don't wanna see Jay drop six fly/Private when he go to Philly" -- Tory Lanez

"You ain't even put your dawg on paper/Word around you just trickin' on bitches/Catch you with your chain on I'ma take it/Now everybody catching these vapors/Now everybody want and need favors/Southside N.Y. or Jamaica/Nicki on the bike, throw it up, scrapin'/With 100 niggas behind me/Northside Philly where you find me/Ridin' around with a 30 on my lap in a big ass phantom, I whip the Bentley like a Johnny" -- Meek Mill

"Started off in Impalas now its DB9/In the Aston like he James Bond, who he think he is?/Diamonds dancing all on me doing the stanky leg/I hear them whispers, niggas talkin' what they think he made/Think what you want you gon' think I'm paid/Shit he balling I don't think he saved, shit all I did was think and pray"

"Hundred K large on my Audemar/When we run down we hit one of y'all/I'mma post up at the corner store/Trappin' all night but I shine like I'm Armor All/I am so hot I might break the thermometer/Coppers they watch us and follow us/Flip through that paper no calendar/All of these jewels like I celebrate Hanukkah" -- Meek Mill

"I get it now, dudes is mad at these 80 M's/2012 I was ballin' like Tom Brady then/Movie, I'm living through a Scorsese lens/Get at me and deep throat a 380 dun/Pussy wet, Swiffer Jet, come through on that bigger jet/We land in them new ports, no babe, not cigarettes" -- Nicki Minaj

"Niggas do it for the Internet/We ain't really, really into that/Push a foreign but you rented that/Shoot a scene, gotta give it back/Took a loss on a lil cash/I ain't trip about it, had to get it back/Move work like SlimFast/Niggas in and out with a 50 pack" -- Meek Mill

"Or you broke, you just feel abandoned/Crowd screaming and I hear 'em chant/Watch you steer the Phantom when I'm in the Hamptons/Same crew since when I was wearin' Vans/It's show time when the gang appearin'/Niggas hating but the bitches starin'/Who would think that I'd get a mansion?/Twenty chains in the mirror, dancin'" -- Don Q

"Used to pull up in the Audi, I make the work do pilates/Screw the lil tip on the uzi, young nigga shootin' in silence/Huncho I'm havin' the stars and stripes, lil nigga you is a private/Too much money that will change your life/Power moves on a island" -- Quavo

"Molly in my cup look like bath salt/And I'm too high horsed for asphalt/Therefore I'm in clouds from day to dark/They say that I changed, it's the cash fault/Pay everybody like a cash card/I switch through the lanes like a Nascar" -- Young Thug

"The bulletproof can take a missile nigga/I got benji on me and he crippin' nigga/I done wrapped the benji in the city ho/I done wrapped the Bentley in the bity nigga/Put a swimming pool in the living room/How I'm living nigga, I ain't swimming nigga/Only thing that me and Michael Phelps got in common that we winning, nigga"

"Street nigga really came from nothin'/Strip a nigga like Caine cousin/Kill a nigga then you sayin' somethin'/You was talkin', nigga, I was hustlin'/We was shootin', nigga, you was duckin'/You was textin', nigga, I was fuckin'/I was bettin, nigga, you was bluffin'/Hide and seek, nigga, I was hunchin'/Car foreign and my gun Russian/Sneak dissin', get a concussion/21, 21, 21" -- 21 Savage

"And you know like I know/I was your side nigga, you was my side ho/He broke you in, I'm the one broke you out though/'Cause you got that D and you turned into El Chapo/Run from that nigga if he drive by your house though/This that Givenchy, that new Saint Laurent flow/This that go cash out that G65 flow/I like you, you hit the lotto" -- Meek Mill

"She know I been 'bout it, I'm on my way up/My chick a Barbie, no weave and no makeup/Hang with the trappers, don't be with no haters/My city gon' tell you that we on some paper/Theolonius capers when I'm in that Wraith/I'm feelin' like Meechie or three ATL/Purp got me leanin' like I on a rail/Mixing that Birk with that new YSL" -- Meek Mill

"Way up, way up, way up/Skinny nigga walkin' like done got his weight up/Hold up, bitch, I'm movin' fast they holler 'Wait up'/Fixin' bitches just so I can fuck and break her/I been doin' this since Jacob came with Jacobs/If you know me then you owe me fuck you pay up/Bombin' in Atlanta aka Al-Queda/Crossin' up I'm Kyrie Irving with the lay up/Pushin' whips and poppin' pistols for the paper" -- Tracy T

"And it hurt me, my nigga, to see my day ones acting thirsty 'bout bitches or money/I cut off 'bout 30 of my niggas/Had thoughts about murking my niggas/'Cause it be the closest of niggas that change on you quick and know most of your business/I put this on Snupe, yeah, the ghost of my nigga/I would've rode hearse with you niggas" -- Meek Mill

"My niggas ain't playing games/When you tellin' names that we sellin' caine/We was getting rich, we was livin' good/We was Robin Hood to every ghetto bitch/You know that it's coming, you know that its karma/Death before dishonor, I am your honor/Nancy Reagan raised a monster/They say that Ronny armed the Contras" -- Pusha T

"Hold up, the phone ringin' said they rushin' the spot/The only time he play that crib is when he fuckin' a thot/He was fuckin' with Kee and she was fuckin' an op/But he ain't never think about it she'll fuck with the cops/She told 'em everything nigga/I know you thought that she'll never sing would you?/Rule No. 1: keep them bitches from out your business/Rule No. 2: better kill 'em you know they snitchin'"

"They say he gon' pull through and he gettin' charged too/Lawyer came to see him said he need like 80 large too/Got him in the County, Tony people's 'hind them walls too/And they say his little cousin crippin', bangin' hard too/And Paulie killed his favorite little cousin back on part two/And he can't wait to fall through/Friday they calling yard too/And Paulie on crutches took the screw up out the handles scrape that bitch 'til it got sharp too/To be continued"

"Chasing after green gods/Went from sleeping on the porch to a motherfuckin' California king size/Momma ain't stressin' she know that it's all good/My No. 1 goal is to get her out the hood/Never changed, I be thuggin' hard in my section/Me and all my dawgs protected by Smith & Wessons/Any nigga playin' we comin' in your direction/Let you know that we ain't flexin', you quickly gon' get ejected" -- Lil Snupe