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, βBloodHoundz,β 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 Philadelphiaβs 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, βIn My Bag.β
In 2008, Meek debuted the highly anticipated Flamerz 2 ββHottest In Da City,β which showcased more of his lyrical abilities with the singles, βSo Fly,β βProlli,β and βHottest In Da City.β 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 hopβs 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 β βThe Previewβ in August of 2009, which featured the chart topping hits, βMake βEm Say,β βImma Da Ish,β featuring Ms. Jade and βStarting Something,β 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 β Flamerz 3, βHottest In America β Gangster Grill Edition,β hosted by DJ Drama and featuring the songs: βBaby Girl,β βHottest In America,β and βIβm Killinem.β The highly anticipated cd is set to be released on January 19, 2010. Despite his stint in jail, Meekβs 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 βEducation over Incarceration.β 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.
Fuck That Check Up
Meek Mill Lyrics
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If you can't swim, you gon' drown, hoe
We ain't gon' save you either
Ah ha ha ha ha
Bad lil' thottie, she got body
I'm on perkies, she on molly
Sippin' on dirty, smokin' on Cali
Big Rolls Royce, no Maseratis
I'm 'bout to pull out that V12, I'mma shit on these niggas like E-Zel
Let her ride on that dick with no seatbelt
With the money, I know she don't mean well
Niggas running their mouth like females
When you winning, they only wanna see you fail
When you winning, they only wan' see you lose
Niggas steal and I can't let 'em see my moves
Wait (wait), ha ha
Selling that cocaina (white!)
Started off selling that crack rock (crack rock)
Now we sell out arenas (lit!)
White boys say I'm genius, white girls say I'm gnarly
Did thirty bands in Niemen's, 'nother twenty grand at Barney's
Ever put a pop bitch on a block list, that don't pop shit
'Cause I got shit in the drop six, with a dime bitch, whole squad lit
Heard your new shit, that's not it
Whole gang with me on some mob shit
He ain't talkin' money then it's nonsense
Green got you gassed, you are not lit, no way
Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
We gettin' rich, and these niggas sick
They need a check up
I'm so lit I fucked that bitch as soon as I met her
Fuck that check up (fuck it up)
Young nigga, fuck that check up
Fuck that check up
Light my wrist and my neck up
Fuck that check up
Young nigga, fuck that check up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
Fuck that check up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
Fuck that check up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Ha, yeah, back in this bitch and we litty again
I'm 'bout to land in the city again
She with the gang, he tripping again
He like you out with that nigga again?
She gettin' cocky like yeah I'm wit him
Five bands, Gucci coat, rock it once, I'll never wear it again
Gucci swag so relaxed
Louis bag with the hat
Uzi Vert with the mac
Damn, thought I wasn't? Fuck you then hit your cousin
All hundreds, don't want no twenties
Stop it, fuck nigga, get money
Fuck a bitch tittys, once hammer tag airbag
Ridin', no keys like, vroom
My car don't got room
Yeah I put all of the gwap in the front, got my engine in the back
Litte nigga we don't talk about nothing, if this shit, not 'bout the racks
Don't call my phone
Don't leave no message
If that girl was swerving me, diamonds emergency
Better hit nine-eleven
Up all night, don't rest much
Spent two hunnid for the rest up
Young nigga fuck that check up
Young nigga, fuck that check up
Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
We gettin' rich, and these niggas sick
They need a check up
I'm so lit I fucked that bitch as soon as I met her
Fuck that check up (Fuck that check up)
Young nigga, fuck that check up
Fuck that check up
Light my wrist and my neck up
Fuck that check up
Young nigga, fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
Fuck that check up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
Fuck that check up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
(Uh) my old bitch, yo' new bitch
She want ? Like q-tip
She get tan like Ewing
Nigga said he wanted a favour, we ran into him he didn't wanna do shit
I don't care what he sayin' we ain't playin', we just wanna shoot shit
Yeah, ran out them racks
I'm gettin' back
Niggas be tweetin'
They gettin' smacked
Bitches be screenshottin'
Tellin to hit me on Snap
She hit me back
oh lord, she gettin' clapped
Ever fuck a bad bitch in the bando air mattress
Goin' ham-o, poppin' cat shit, bake camo with the matches
Thirty on board, livin' lavish
Hit your mans up, go to Paris, twenty grand up when the tat hit
You can tell we ain't never had shit, no way!
Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
We gettin' rich, and these niggas sick
They need a check up
I'm so lit I fucked that bitch as soon as I met her
Fuck that check up (Fuck that check up)
Young nigga, fuck that check up
Fuck that check up
Light my wrist and my neck up
Fuck that check up
Young nigga, fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
Fuck that check up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
Fuck that check up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Meek Mill's song "Fuck That Check Up" features Lil Uzi Vert, and the lyrics are braggadocious and boastful, with the rappers bragging about their wealth and success. The song is a celebration of their hard work and success, and they make it clear that they won't let anyone get in the way of their riches.
In the first verse, Meek Mill warns that if you can't swim, you're going to drown, and they won't save you. He then raps about a bad "thottie" who's on molly while he's on perkies. He talks about the money he's making, his Rolls Royce, and how he's going to shit on his haters. The lyrics in the chorus repeat the phrase "fuck that check up" and highlight the duo's desire to keep getting richer and richer.
In the second verse, Lil Uzi Vert joins in to rap about his Gucci swag and how he's been able to make it big despite humble beginnings. The rappers boast about how much money they are making, how they don't want any twenties, just hundreds, and how they don't care about anything that's not about racks. The final verse has both rappers freestyling about their wealth, their success, and their desire to never stop hustling.
Line by Line Meaning
Lil' fish, yeah
I'm referring to you as a little fish in comparison to me
If you can't swim, you gon' drown, hoe
If you can't keep up, you will fall behind and be left behind
We ain't gon' save you either
I won't go out of my way to help you if you can't keep up
Bad lil' thottie, she got body
The woman I'm with is attractive and has a nice body
I'm on perkies, she on molly
I'm on prescription painkillers and she's using the club drug MDMA
Sippin' on dirty, smokin' on Cali
Drinking lean (codeine and cough syrup) and smoking high quality marijuana from California
Big Rolls Royce, no Maseratis
I own a high-end Rolls Royce car, not a lesser Maserati
I'm 'bout to pull out that V12, I'mma shit on these niggas like E-Zel
I'm getting ready to show off my powerful V12 engine and dominate the competition
Let her ride on that dick with no seatbelt
I'm having sex with her without protection
With the money, I know she don't mean well
She's only with me for my money, not because she cares for me
Niggas running their mouth like females
Men who talk too much gossip like women
When you winning, they only wanna see you fail
When you're successful, people start to root for your failure
When you winning, they only wan' see you lose
People only want to see you lose once you're on top
Niggas steal and I can't let 'em see my moves
Other men may copy my methods and steal my success, so I must be careful
Selling that cocaina (white!)
I'm dealing cocaine
Started off selling that crack rock (crack rock)
I started my drug dealing business with crack cocaine
Now we sell out arenas (lit!)
Now I'm a successful rapper performing at sold-out shows
White boys say I'm genius, white girls say I'm gnarly
My music has fans of different races that use different slang terms to describe how much they enjoy it
Did thirty bands in Niemen's, 'nother twenty grand at Barney's
I spent $30,000 at a high-end store and another $20,000 at another high-end store
Ever put a pop bitch on a block list, that don't pop shit
I've blocked women who caused problems and they haven't bothered me since
'Cause I got shit in the drop six, with a dime bitch, whole squad lit
I have valuable items in my BMW 6 series car and a beautiful woman riding with me
Heard your new shit, that's not it
I listened to your new music and didn't like it
Whole gang with me on some mob shit
I'm with a group of guys who act like a mob family
He ain't talkin' money then it's nonsense
If he's not discussing how to make money, he's wasting my time
Green got you gassed, you are not lit, no way
Wealth doesn't equal status or being successful
Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
I'm going to blow all my money
We gettin' rich, and these niggas sick
I'm making money while others are envious of my success
They need a check up
Other people need to improve their earning potential
I'm so lit I fucked that bitch as soon as I met her
I was so drunk or high I had sex with her after barely meeting her
Light my wrist and my neck up
I'm wearing expensive jewelry
Young nigga, fuck that check up
I'm young and wasting my money
Ha, yeah, back in this bitch and we litty again
I'm back and having fun again
I'm 'bout to land in the city again
I'm arriving in the city once again
She with the gang, he tripping again
She's with my group of friends and he's causing trouble again
He like you out with that nigga again?
He's asking if you're out with me again
She gettin' cocky like yeah I'm wit him
She's bragging she's with me
Five bands, Gucci coat, rock it once, I'll never wear it again
I spent $5,000 on a Gucci coat and only wore it once
Gucci swag so relaxed
I have a chill, effortless style in high-end clothing
Louis bag with the hat
I have a Louis Vuitton bag and a stylish hat
Uzi Vert with the mac
I have an Uzi submachine gun
Damn, thought I wasn't? Fuck you then hit your cousin
You doubted me, so now I'll show you by having sex with your cousin
All hundreds, don't want no twenties
I only accept $100 bills, not smaller denominations
Stop it, fuck nigga, get money
Stop complaining and start making money
Fuck a bitch tittys, once hammer tag airbag
I had sex with a woman on an air mattress and hit her so hard her breast implants shifted
Ridin', no keys like, vroom
I'm driving without needing to use a key, just pushing a button
My car don't got room
My car is too small to fit more people
Yeah I put all of the gwap in the front, got my engine in the back
I put all my money in my pocket and my car has a powerful engine in the back
Litte nigga we don't talk about nothing, if this shit, not 'bout the racks
We don't talk about anything unless it's about making money
Don't call my phone
Don't contact me unless it's about making money
Don't leave no message
If you do contact me, don't bother leaving a message since I won't listen
If that girl was swerving me, diamonds emergency
If she wasn't interested in me, I'd use my diamonds to win her over
Better hit nine-eleven
It's an emergency that requires police or an ambulance
Up all night, don't rest much
I don't sleep much
Spent two hunnid for the rest up
I spent $200 to stay awake and alert
Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
I'm going to blow all my money
Young nigga, fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
I'm young and wasting my money
(Uh) my old bitch, yo' new bitch
I used to be with this woman, but now you're with her
She want ? Like q-tip
She wants something like a Q-tip, which is unclear what that might be
She get tan like Ewing
She has a nice tan like basketball player Patrick Ewing
Nigga said he wanted a favour, we ran into him he didn't wanna do shit
This man asked for my help, but when we met he backed out
I don't care what he sayin' we ain't playin', we just wanna shoot shit
I don't care what he says, we're going to use our guns anyway
Yeah, ran out them racks
I spent all my money
I'm gettin' back
I'm working to earn more money
Niggas be tweetin', they gettin' smacked
People who talk a lot get beaten up
Bitches be screenshottin', tellin to hit me on Snap
Women are taking screenshots and messaging each other to talk to me on Snapchat
She hit me back, oh lord, she gettin' clapped
She messaged me back and now she's going to have sex with me
Ever fuck a bad bitch in the bando air mattress
Have you ever had sex with attractive woman on a cheap air mattress in a run-down house?
Goin' ham-o, poppin' cat shit, bake camo with the matches
I am acting crazy, using drugs and burning camouflage fabric with matches
Thirty on board, livin' lavish
I have $30,000 on me and am living extravagantly
Hit your mans up, go to Paris, twenty grand up when the tat hit
I called my friends and we traveled to Paris, earning $20,000 when I applied a tattoo
You can tell we ain't never had shit, no way!
We appear to have never had much wealth or financial stability
Lyrics Β© Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Robert Williams, Symere Woods, Terrell McNeal, Rodriguez Smith
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Elevate Your Glow
Philly going hard right now π₯π₯ Meek and Uzi ππΎ
SchoolBoy_
Meek went hard as usual.
Uzi snapped.
Producer killed this beat though.
Angry Toddler
SchoolBoy_ Great break down
SchoolBoy_
Angry Toddler Gotta keep it simple broπ₯
castle reviews
Meek always bring da heat n Tha summer I hope he drops a few freestyles at a couple radio stations
CHAZZ
castle reviews Yeah they should be out in the next couple of days π₯π₯shit too
Chris
castle reviews who does it like meek
ASIVE XASO
castle reviews thank you for your input bro. freestyle is life
DREAM CHASER $OURCE
castle reviews I have several on my liked videos.
Kris Woods
he has freestyles out that's new