Raised in the North Philadelphia section of the city with his sister and inspired by his mother and father; who died when he was five, Meek Mill began taking the rap game seriously at the age of 12 after losing a street battle to neighboring rappers. He says his desire to rap grew after watching his uncle Philly hip-hop pioneer Grandmaster Nell. While hanging out in his neighborhood, Meek met three guys and formed the group, “BloodHoundz,” which consisted of Mel Love, Dat Nigga Leel and Young Pooh. The group lasted for fives years and Meek ventured on his own.
With a solo career in tow, Meek became one of Philadelphia’s hottest underground rap artists on an independent label. In 2007, Meek debuted his Flamerz series, which stands for hottest songs and released his first mix tape, Flamerz 1, which featured the hit single, “In My Bag.”
In 2008, Meek debuted the highly anticipated Flamerz 2 –“Hottest In Da City,” which showcased more of his lyrical abilities with the singles, “So Fly,” “Prolli,” and “Hottest In Da City.” Upon release of Flamerz 2, it caught the attention of founder and President of 215Aphillyated Records, Charlie Mack. Mack was immediately impressed with Meek that he signed him to his management company. During the same year, he met the founder and owner of Grand Hustle, TI. TI was impressed with his lyrical ability that he offered him an opportunity to travel to Los Angeles to meet with him along with the Warner Brothers Records, within one week both record companies offered him a deal. Meek was overwhelmed by the offers; however, he felt collaborating with TI was an opportunity of a lifetime and chose his label. An ecstatic Meek was on top of the world; a record deal and the chance to work with one of hip hop’s greatest rappers and then a set back occurred. He was arrested, charged with a crime and order to serve seven months in jail.
Meek pre-released three singles from his third mix tape Flamerz 2.5 – “The Preview” in August of 2009, which featured the chart topping hits, “Make ‘Em Say,” “Imma Da Ish,” featuring Ms. Jade and “Starting Something,” in honor Michael Jackson. Within the first two weeks of its release, Clear Channel added it to their play list, which is an anomaly in the music business. In June of 2009, Meek began immediately working on his freshman album – Flamerz 3, “Hottest In America – Gangster Grill Edition,” hosted by DJ Drama and featuring the songs: “Baby Girl,” “Hottest In America,” and “I’m Killinem.” The highly anticipated cd is set to be released on January 19, 2010. Despite his stint in jail, Meek’s fans remained loyal, he currently boasts of 13 million hits on My Space and 20 million viewers on You Tube. Meek Mill has recently just signed to Rick Ross's Maybach Music Group.
In the future, Meek plans to establish the Meek Mill Foundation, which will mentor young males between the ages of 12-24 on the importance of “Education over Incarceration.” He gives a shoutout to the next artist coming up named shizz.. He also plans to collaborate with United Community Action Network and the Lifers of Graterford Prison to address the violence plaguing our cities. To learn more about Meek, you can visit the official website: www.meekmillflamerz.com and for bookings or shows, you can call Charlie Mack at 215-910-4675 or e-mail: firstoutdalimo@aol.com.
2015 - BEEF WITH DRAKE
In July 2015 Meek attempted to air out Drake for "not writing his own raps" via popular social media site Twitter. These tweets resulted in a huge reaction from the hip hop community, however, the stunt went awry when Drake (Aubrey Graham) decided to respond. Drake released the diss track "Charged Up" during an Apple Music stream and an immediate response from Meek was demanded. Funkmaster Flex announced he would debut Meek's response live on Hot97. However, the track never came. After four days there was still no sign of a response from Meek, prompting Drake to release a second diss track "Back To Back." The response to this was huge and a harsh blow to Meek's career. Two days later Meek finally released "Wanna Know." This track received largely negative reviews and it was clear to most that Drake had won the beef. On August 2nd at the annual OVOfest, Drake truly roasted Meek Mill; performing "Back To Back" in front of various memes poking fun at Meek to a raucous Toronto crowd. Many fans believed this to be the nail in the coffin spelling the end for Meek's career.
Blue Notes 2
Meek Mill Lyrics
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Yeah
You gotta turn me up in the headphones some more
A little bit more
Just a teeny bit
Turn me up Cruz
It's so many motherfuckin' hunnids
You gotta make a part two
I'm not in competition with my homies
I'm whippin' the competition and the Rollie
I know my opposition never knew me
They wouldn't be opposition if they know me
I made a proposition to my hitters
I told them to knock 'em down if you owe me
I just been slidin' 'round, hittin' buildings
We movin' with Glock, pounds and them .40s
Them niggas got shot down, we was whorin'
My homie a opp now, so we on him
I was like sixteen with the MAC on me
Deep in the field like it's Pop Warner
Weathered the shit scene, niggas cracked on me
When it got real, tried to slide on him
I made some M's, split the guys on it
We keepin' it real, niggas not
And my homie a savage, got put in a casket
And I'm mad at him 'cause he died on us
Just left his viewing and I told his mom
Every time that she cry, we gon' slide on 'em
I look you niggas right dead in the eyes
And I ain't surprised you ain't ride for us
How would you feel if you bust a mil' with some niggas
And they switch side on you? How would you feel?
When you so lit that you can't tell if the love real
If I can't tell you nothin', I'll tell you how a thug feel
And you ain't rich nigga, your stash can't pay my drug bill
Pussy
Nigga, this expensive pain
Pullin' an expensive range
Neck got expensive chain
He got drug money (yeah)
That's expensive game (yeah)
I got expensive shooter (yeah)
He got expensive aim (yeah)
You know it's Lil Uzi (yeah)
That's an expensive name
I'm goin' hard and my back to the wall
I was like JH, just pumpin' and fakin'
There's no way they matchin' me off
Who really gon' stick me and we gettin' busy
We seein' rap when it's bought?
I won't even practice, I go triple platinum
And they sayin' that was a wash, yeah
Iced out my Rollie, up to a Richard Mille
In the trenches with some young nigga
Tryna tell him how this rich shit really feel
You ain't never been in the field
With them late nights off Benadryl
With them great whites locked in a cell
Like Shawshank, no redemption
I was richest nigga in the prison
I was strappin' up when niggas wasn't ridin'
I was the richest nigga on a mission
I was motivated, I watchin' moves, yeah
I was the brokest nigga in the kitchen
I was chasin' a million when they said I couldn't
I was hard headed, I ain't listen
Kinda glad that I never did
Now we all made it out the trenches, yeah
All of my money is new
All of my money is blue, riddle me this
I'm supposed to go get the money
And keep doin' favors and give all my money to who?
You keep tellin' me niggas keep tellin' you what?
Why they be runnin' to you?
Why every time niggas talk 'bout me and it's bad
They keep comin' to you?
I never got that part
Nigga, know you my man
But every time you wanna talk bad about me
Come to you and you come to me like a ho-ass nigga
I should slap the shit out you
Fuck it
Woo
Hunnids on hunnids on hunnids on hunnids
My homie a opp, but he know how I rock
So you know that I'm ready, however he comin'
We done went up on these niggas like seventy-nothin'
They talkin' about bodies, we talkin' about millions
We talkin' about money, they talkin' about killin'
I gotta go to the bathroom soon as I walk in the buildin'
You know how I'm livin'
Walkin', I'm tuckin' and passin' the Glizzy
No look out, sissy, you know I ain't slippin'
Come to your trenches, just me and like one of my savages
Nigga, you know I ain't trippin'
I can't get extorted, I'm ballin' like Jordan
We slidin' with torches, we totin' and pimpin'
It's fuck what niggas think
I just be laughin' to the bank
I done pulled up with the presidential on my wrist
And this bitch hit like Hillary
I was just in the kitchen whippin'
Hannah Montana like my name was Billy Ray
And I bet that I have me a hunnid million dollars
On these niggas 'fore I be twenty-eight
Love her back, when bitches wasn't lovin' me
Twenty-thousand at best, she ain't dubbin' me
I'm on point ain't no bitch out here runnin' me
Lamborghini, the same color bumblebee
Pull up Cullinan, same color, butter seats
In the game, ain't no young nigga touchin' me
Yeah, she know that I'm the shit
And she know that I'm rich
Every time that I fuck, she say, "Nut in me"
(Ayy, Lil Uzi)
The song Blue Notes 2 by Meek Mill Lil Uzi Vert begins with the artists requesting the sound engineers to turn up the volume of their headphones while they prepare to record. It continues with a straightforward discussion of their lives, the competition around them, and their acquaintances-turned-enemies. Meek Mill speaks of the proposition he made to his group to retaliate against those who owe him or his team. He reminisces about his past life in the field, the deaths of some of his friends, and how they will always remember him. Lil Uzi Vert also shares his experiences of living life in the fast lane and being able to acquire numerous expensive assets. The song ends with the artists bragging about their riches, their women, and the level of success they have achieved.
The lyrics of the song Blue Notes 2 illustrate the lives and experiences of rappers Meek Mill and Lil Uzi Vert in a storytelling manner. It is a continuation of a previously successful song titled Blue Notes from Meek Mill.
Line by Line Meaning
I'm not in competition with my homies
I'm not trying to outdo or beat my friends
I'm whippin' the competition and the Rollie
I'm surpassing and defeating both my rivals and the luxury watch I own
I know my opposition never knew me
The people against me don't truly understand who I am
They wouldn't be opposition if they know me
If these people understood me, they wouldn't resist or oppose me
I made a proposition to my hitters
I offered a deal to my trusted associates
I told them to knock 'em down if you owe me
I instructed them to take down anyone who owes me
I just been slidin' 'round, hittin' buildings
I've been maneuvering through the streets, targeting my enemies' territory
We movin' with Glock, pounds and them .40s
We're armed and carrying powerful firearms
Them niggas got shot down, we was whorin'
Those guys were ambushed by us, engaging in violent acts
My homie a opp now, so we on him
My former friend is now my enemy, so I'm targeting him
I was like sixteen with the MAC on me
I was just a teenager carrying a MAC-10 firearm
Deep in the field like it's Pop Warner
I was heavily involved in dangerous situations like a young football player in Pop Warner leagues
Weathered the shit scene, niggas cracked on me
I endured a harsh environment where others criticized and tried to break me
When it got real, tried to slide on him
When things turned serious, they attempted to ambush or attack him
I made some M's, split the guys on it
I made millions of dollars and divided it among my crew
We keepin' it real, niggas not
We're staying true to ourselves, unlike others
And my homie a savage, got put in a casket
My friend is a ruthless person and ended up dead
And I'm mad at him 'cause he died on us
I'm angry at him for getting killed, leaving us behind
Just left his viewing and I told his mom
Right after attending his funeral, I spoke to his mother
Every time that she cry, we gon' slide on 'em
Whenever she sheds tears, we're going to seek revenge on those responsible
I look you niggas right dead in the eyes
I make direct eye contact with you guys
And I ain't surprised you ain't ride for us
I'm not shocked that you didn't support or stand up for us
How would you feel if you bust a mil' with some niggas
Imagine how you'd feel if you made a million dollars with some guys
And they switch side on you? How would you feel?
But then they betrayed you? How would you react?
When you so lit that you can't tell if the love real
When you're so successful and popular that you can't determine if people genuinely love you
If I can't tell you nothin', I'll tell you how a thug feel
I may not share personal thoughts, but I can express how a tough person feels
And you ain't rich nigga, your stash can't pay my drug bill
And you're not wealthy, your hidden money can't cover my expenses for drugs
Nigga, this expensive pain
My experiences and struggles are costly and hard to bear
Pullin' an expensive range
Driving an expensive Range Rover vehicle
Neck got expensive chain
Wearing an expensive chain around my neck
He got drug money (yeah)
He has a significant amount of money earned from drug deals
That's expensive game (yeah)
That's a high-risk and costly lifestyle
I got expensive shooter (yeah)
I have an expensive and skilled hired gunman
He got expensive aim (yeah)
He has precise and valuable shooting skills
You know it's Lil Uzi (yeah)
Everyone recognizes that it's Lil Uzi, the popular rapper
That's an expensive name
Having my stage name, Lil Uzi, is considered valuable and significant
I'm goin' hard and my back to the wall
I'm giving everything I've got and facing intense pressure or challenges
I was like JH, just pumpin' and fakin'
I was reminiscent of a basketball player, using feints and deceptive moves
There's no way they matchin' me off
No one can compete with or compare to me
Who really gon' stick me and we gettin' busy
Who would dare confront me when my crew is actively involved in criminal activities
We seein' rap when it's bought?
Are we only interested in the rap industry when it leads to financial gains?
I won't even practice, I go triple platinum
I don't even need to rehearse, I achieve immense commercial success
And they sayin' that was a wash, yeah
Despite my achievements, some claim it was undeserved or insignificant
Iced out my Rollie, up to a Richard Mille
I adorned my Rolex watch with diamonds and upgraded to a more expensive Richard Mille watch
In the trenches with some young nigga
I'm in dangerous situations with a group of youthful individuals
Tryna tell him how this rich shit really feel
I'm attempting to explain to him the true experience of being wealthy
You ain't never been in the field
You have never been in the dangerous streets
With them late nights off Benadryl
Enduring sleepless nights under the influence of the medication Benadryl
With them great whites locked in a cell
With dangerous prisoners, metaphorically referred to as 'great whites', confined in a jail cell
Like Shawshank, no redemption
Similar to the movie 'Shawshank Redemption', there's no chance of escape or redemption
I was richest nigga in the prison
I had the most money among the inmates in the prison
I was strappin' up when niggas wasn't ridin'
I was arming myself with weapons when others weren't willing to do so
I was the richest nigga on a mission
I had significant wealth as I pursued my objectives
I was motivated, I watchin' moves, yeah
I was driven and observant of people's actions
I was the brokest nigga in the kitchen
I was the poorest person in the drug-dealing operation
I was chasin' a million when they said I couldn't
I was striving to make a million dollars despite being told it was unlikely
I was hard headed, I ain't listen
I was stubborn and didn't listen to advice
Kinda glad that I never did
In a way, I'm relieved that I didn't follow others' instructions
Now we all made it out the trenches, yeah
Now, all of us have successfully escaped the dangerous streets
All of my money is new
All of my wealth is recent and acquired
All of my money is blue, riddle me this
All of my money is made through illegal activities, creating a puzzle or mystery
I'm supposed to go get the money
I'm expected to go acquire wealth
And keep doin' favors and give all my money to who?
And continue doing favors and giving away my money to whom?
You keep tellin' me niggas keep tellin' you what?
You constantly inform me that people are saying what?
Why they be runnin' to you?
Why do they come to you with information or issues?
Why every time niggas talk 'bout me and it's bad
Why is it that every time people speak negatively about me
They keep comin' to you?
They continue approaching you with those negative comments?
I never got that part
I never understood that aspect
Nigga, know you my man
Dude, you know we're friends
But every time you wanna talk bad about me
Yet, whenever you have something negative to say about me
Come to you and you come to me like a ho-ass nigga
You relay those comments to me like a disloyal person
I should slap the shit out you
I should violently strike you
Hunnids on hunnids on hunnids on hunnids
Hundreds of dollars stacked on top of each other repeatedly
My homie a opp, but he know how I rock
My friend is now my enemy, but he knows how I operate
So you know that I'm ready, however he comin'
So you're aware that I'm prepared, regardless of his approach
We done went up on these niggas like seventy-nothin'
We've easily surpassed or defeated these individuals without much effort
They talkin' about bodies, we talkin' about millions
While they focus on killing, we're focused on making millions of dollars
We talkin' about money, they talkin' about killin'
While we discuss financial matters, they're discussing taking lives
I gotta go to the bathroom soon as I walk in the buildin'
I immediately need to use the restroom as soon as I enter the building
You know how I'm livin'
You're aware of my lifestyle
Walkin', I'm tuckin' and passin' the Glizzy
As I walk, I discreetly hide and hand off the firearm
No look out, sissy, you know I ain't slippin'
Without being noticed, I confidently assure you that I'm not making any mistakes or becoming vulnerable
Come to your trenches, just me and like one of my savages
I'll enter your dangerous territory accompanied by one of my fierce and ruthless allies
Nigga, you know I ain't trippin'
Dude, you know I'm not worried or bothered
I can't get extorted, I'm ballin' like Jordan
I can't be manipulated for money, I'm as successful as Michael Jordan
We slidin' with torches, we totin' and pimpin'
We're riding around with firearms and causing chaos, asserting our power and dominance
It's fuck what niggas think
I don't care about others' opinions
I just be laughin' to the bank
I just find it humorous how I keep making money
I done pulled up with the presidential on my wrist
I arrived with a high-end watch, like a Rolex President, on my wrist
And this bitch hit like Hillary
And this girl I'm with is sexually satisfying, comparing her to Hillary Clinton
I was just in the kitchen whippin'
I was recently cooking drugs
Hannah Montana like my name was Billy Ray
I was proficient in cooking or selling drugs, similar to how Billy Ray's daughter, Miley Cyrus, played Hannah Montana on TV
And I bet that I have me a hunnid million dollars
And I confidently believe that I'll possess a hundred million dollars
On these niggas 'fore I be twenty-eight
Before I turn twenty-eight years old, I'll achieve this significant amount of wealth
Love her back, when bitches wasn't lovin' me
I'll show love to this woman, even though I wasn't receiving love from other girls in the past
Twenty-thousand at best, she ain't dubbin' me
Even when I only had twenty thousand dollars, she didn't reject or ignore me
I'm on point ain't no bitch out here runnin' me
I'm always alert and in control, no woman can manipulate or control me
Lamborghini, the same color bumblebee
My Lamborghini car is yellow, resembling a bumblebee's color
Pull up Cullinan, same color, butter seats
When I arrive in my Rolls-Royce Cullinan SUV, the seats inside are also yellow, like butter
In the game, ain't no young nigga touchin' me
In the rap industry, no young artist is surpassing or outperforming me
Yeah, she know that I'm the shit
Yeah, she's aware that I'm highly skilled or successful
And she know that I'm rich
And she knows that I'm wealthy
Every time that I fuck, she say, 'Nut in me'
Each time we have sex, she insists on me ejaculating inside her
Ayy, Lil Uzi
Hey, it's Lil Uzi
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Alexander Papamitrou, Nikolas Papamitrou, Robert Rihmeek Williams, Symere Woods
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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