Meek Mill has released an impressive body of work with his new album, Championships!

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The production, the guest appearances, and the samples will immediately invoke the JAY-Z stanky face, but it’s the lyrical content that truly makes this project a champion!

Get into 7 Flammable Verses On Championships below.

“Trauma” – Meek Mill

Uh, my mama used to pray that she’d see me in Yale
It’s f–ked up she gotta see me in jail
On the visit with Lil Papi, it hurt even though I seemed to be well
They got a smoker with a key to my cell, damn
And even worst, my judge black don’t wanna see me do well
It’s either that or black people for sale
Gave me two to four years like, “F–k your life, meet me in hell”
And let it burn like Lucifer, you look even stupider
Tryna impress them people in power when power abusin’ us
For 44 dollars a hour, you coward they using ya
Is it self-hate that made you send me upstate?
This where the so-called “real n—as” sweeping up for cupcakes

“Trauma” – Meek Mill

Ain’t no PTSDs, them drugs keep it at ease
They shot that boy 20 times when they could’ve told him just freeze
Could’ve put him in a cop car, but they let him just bleed
The ambulance, they coming baby, just breathe
That’s what the old lady said when she screamed
This nightmare on Elm Street, Friday the 13th
And in the 13th amendment, it don’t say that we kings
They say that we legally slaves if we go to the bing
They told Kaep’ stand up if you wanna play for a team
And all his teammates ain’t saying a thing (Stay woke)
If you don’t stand for nothing, you gon’ fall for something
And in the 60’s, if you kneeled, you’d prolly be killed
But they don’t kill you now, they just take you out of your deal
Kill your account, look where money get spilled
Check it, and they don’t kill you now, they just take you out of your deal
Kill your account, look where money get spilled

“On Me” – Cardi B

I been hard workin’ and humble
Believe me, I’ve heard of the mumble (Look)
I’m just gon’ leave it alone (Yeah)
‘Cause I would put burners to bundles
B—hes are miserable, they are so typical
Hating is cheap, not my material
Look where I’m at, run back to years ago
I used to strip, now I keep a different pole (Cardi)
I do not f–k with your kind, no
I do not f–k with your vibe, no
I am a big, boss b–ch, I do not come in your size, no
(Booty, booty, booty)
I seen a b–ch tryna switch sides (Switch)
Then jump back, tryna d–k ride (No)
But I ain’t really worried about these hoes (Huh?)
Cause b—hes are hurt, D. Rose (Yeah)
Gucci bags, 40 count stickin’ out (Ugh)
If they want the smoke, then I give it out (Ugh)
I might leave my robe at your n—a house
Give you two something to figure out
I seen all these shots and they brick, brick, brick
Try something new ho, quick, quick quick
Body bag, body bag, zip, zip, zip

“What’s Free” – Rick Ross

Screaming “gang gang” now you wanna rap
Racketeering charges caught him on a tap
Lookin’ for a bond lawyers wanna tax
Purple hair got them f—-ts on your back

“What’s Free” – JAY-Z

In the land of the free, where the blacks enslaved
Three-fifths of a man I believe’s the phrase
I’m 50% of D’usse and it’s debt-free (Yeah)
100% of Ace of Spades, worth half a B (Uh)
Roc Nation, half of that, that’s my piece
Hunnid percent of Tidal to bust it up with my G’s, uh
Since most of my n—as won’t ever work together
You run a cheque up but they never give you leverage
No red hat, don’t Michael and Prince me and Ye
They separate you when you got Michael and Prince’s DNA, uh
I ain’t one of these house n—as you bought
My house like a resort, my house bigger than yours
My spou- (C’mon man)
My route better of course
We started without food in our mouth
They gave us pork and pig intestines
S–t you discarded that we ingested, we made the project a wave
You came back, reinvested and gentrified it
Took n—a’s sense of pride
Now how that’s free?
And the people stole their soul and hit n—as with 360s, huh
I ain’t got a billion streams, got a billion dollars
Inflating numbers like we ‘posed to be happy about this
We was praisin’ Billboard but we were young
Now I look at Billboard like ‘Is you dumb?’
To this day, Grandma ‘fraid of what I might say
They gon’ have to kill me Grandmama, I’m not they slave (Ha-ha-ha)
Check out the bizarre rappin’ style used by me the H-O-V
Look at my hair free, carefree
N—as ain’t near free
Enjoy your chains, whats your employer name with the hairpiece?
I survived the hood, can’t no Shaytan rob me
My accountant’s so good I’m practically livin’ tax-free
Factory, that’s me
Sold drugs, got away scot-free
That’s a CC, E-copy
Guilt-free, still me
And they expect me to not feel a way to this day
You would say y’all kill me
Sucker free, no shuckin me
I don’t jive turkey
Say “Happy Thanksgiving”
S–t sound like murder to me
All of y’all calling out toll-free
Labels rob you for millions yet you wanna put a hole in me
Sugar-free, seasoned but I’m salt-free
Lay a hand on Hov, my shooter shoot for free
I promise World War three
Send an order through a hands-free, kill you in 24 hours or shorter you can’t ignore the hand speed
On God, it’s off the head this improv
But it’s no comedy
Sign I fail, hell naw (Ha-ha-ha), hehehe

“Championships:” – Meek Mill

All the young’uns in my hood popping percs now
Gettin’ high they get by, it’s gettin’ worse now
You gotta tell ’em put them guns and the percs down
Them new jails got ten yards in ’em and that’s your first down, uh
And I ain’t come here to preach
I just had to say somethin’ ’cause I’m the one with the reach
Youngin’ gotta quarter ounce, he tryna turn into Meech
Ain’t had no daddy, he’s had to learn from the streets
I used to be a honor roll student, damn
Then I turned to a beast
The first time I seen a n—a get some blood on his sneaks
He had on Air Max 93s but was slumped in the street
His mama cryin’, that there’s a sign to me, oh Lord
The s–t I’m doin’ for my hood I won’t get an award

“Oodles O’Noodles Babies” – Meek Mill

I ain’t have nobody to give me no hope
I hope my momma ain’t doin’ no coke
I used to wish that my daddy was livin’
I had a dream that I seen him as ghost
I used to act up when I went to school
Thought it was cool, but I really was hurt
Wanted my family to come to my games
My mama couldn’t make it ’cause she was at work
Lived with my grandma, she took me to church
Really no I ain’t wanna go
Remember I kissed my aunt in the casket
And her forehead was cold
I was like 4 years old
We couldn’t afford no clothes
It was hand me down
Who would think a n—a get a Grammy now?
Got a black judge tryna tear me down
All this jail time probably wear me down
Turn the lights off in the bathroom
Screaming, “Bloody, Bloody, Bloody Mary” now
Havin’ nightmares about Candyman
With the tool on me like a handyman
Killed my lil’ cousin, I’m like, “Damn it, man”
Had to see the footage on a camera, man
On the pavement, with his brains out
With the white sheet, he was laid out
Wanna ask ‘Ye, “Is this a choice?”
It was like this when I came out
What the f–k is you really complaining ’bout?
I know n—as that’s never gon’ make it out
This that s–t you won’t see in the media
Poor get poorer and the rich gettin’ greedier
Lot of daddies goin’ back and forth out of jail
Lot of sons growin’ up and repeating them
This the belly of the beast, you won’t make it out
Man, this s–t was designed just to eat us up
And my momma told, “N—a, keep it up
You gon’ end up in prison, just sweepin’ up”
Remember, nobody never believed in us
When they see us now, they can’t believe it’s us, no

What are your fave tracks and/or verses on Championships?

Download: Championships (iTunes)

Lyrics courtesy of Genius!

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