After going through one of the most heavily-publicized rap feuds in modern hip-hop history, Meek Mill and Drake officially squashed their beef in September of 2018 when Meek brought Drizzy onstage during a concert. And the song “Going Bad” is the result of their rekindled friendship, as they had worked on two tracks together prior to the tiff.
The topics discussed in this track are exactly what fans have come to expect from these artists. In other words, it centers on their wealth, success and interactions with women. For instance, Drake brags that he is able to smoke legal marijuana, which tends to be significantly more expensive than its contraband counterpart, just as the foreign cars he cops are pricier than local models. He also points out that he’s broken the Beatles’ record for most top-10 songs in a year.
Furthermore, Drake claims to be a “boss”, indeed comparing himself to Don Corleone of cinema fame. And he goes on to mention other ways his wealth is manifest, such as through the exotic artwork that decorates his home.
Meek’s verse follows a similar trend. The primary difference is that he gives a shoutout to Drake and even refers to “Back to Back”, Drizzy’s most-renowned track from his beef with Mill. In other words, Meek exhibits his meekness. Mostly however, his time on the track is dedicated to relishing his own accomplishments in the rap game.
Ultimately the expression “goin’ bad” alludes to the persistence of the artists, as in they won’t change their style even when in the face of opposition.
Here Are the Lyrics to Meek Mill’s ‘Going Bad,’ Feat. Drake
Philadelphia hip-hop sensation Meek Mill has had an impressive career thus far. His latest single "Going Bad" featuring Drake, took him to new levels, as it became the rapper's first top-10 hit on…
Philadelphia hip-hop sensation Meek Mill has had an impressive career thus far. His latest single “Going Bad,” featuring Drake, took him to even higher levels, as it became the rapper’s first top 10 hit on the Billboard Hot 100.
The song boasts a list of personal accolades, with Mill and Drake name-dropping expensive tastes from their glamorous collections.
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Yeah
(Wheezy outta here)
G, G
Back home, smokin’ legal (Legal)
I got more slaps than The Beatles (Beatles)
Foreign shit runnin’ on diesel, dawg
Playin’ with my name, that shit is lethal, dawg (Who you say you was?)
Don Corleone
Trust me, at the top it isn’t lonely (Strapped)
Everybody actin’ like they know me, dawg
Don’t just say you’re down, you gotta show me (What you gotta do?)
Bring
the clip back empty (It’s empty)
You asked to see the boss, so they sent me, dawg (Sent me, dawg)
I just broke her off with a 10-piece, dawg (10-piece, dawg)
That ain’t nothin’, I’m just bein’ friendly, dawg
It’s just a lil’ 10-piece for her
Just to blow it in the mall, doesn’t mean that we’re involved
I just what? I just uh, put a Richard on the card
I ain’t grow up playin’ ball, but I’ll show you how the fuck you gotta do it
If you really wanna ball ’til you
fall
When your back against the wall
And a bunch of n—-s need you to go away
Still goin’ bad on ’em anyway
Saw you last night, but did it broad day
Yeah, lot of Murakami in the hallway (What?)
Got a sticky and I keep it at my dawg’s place
Girl, I left your love at Magic, now it’s all shade
Still goin’ bad on you anyway
Woah, woah, ooh, woah
Woah, woah, ah
I could fit like 80 racks in my Amiris (80 racks)
Me and Drizzy back-to-back, it’s gettin’ scary
(Back-to-back)
If you fuckin’ with my odds, it’s don’t come near me (Get outta my way)
Put some bands all on your head like Jason Terry (Brrt, brrt, ooh)
Richard Mille cost a Lambo (That’s a Lambo)
Known to keep the baddest bitches on commando (Salute)
Every time I’m in my trap, I move like Rambo (Extended)
Ain’t a neighborhood in Philly that I can’t go (That’s a Fendi)
For real
She said, “Oh, you rich rich?” (“You rich rich”)
Bitch, I graduated, call me “Big Fish”
(Ballin’)
I got Lori Harvey on my wish list (That’s Lori)
That’s the only thing I want for Christmas (True story, uh)
I’ve been had my way out here, yeah, know that’s facts (Facts)
You ain’t livin’ that shit you sell, yeah, we know that’s cap (That’s cap)
You ain’t got to ask me when you see me, know I’m strapped (Brrt)
DC, OVO, we back again, we goin’ plat’ (Ooh, ooh)
It’s just a lil’ 10-piece for her
Just to blow it in the mall, doesn’t mean that we’re involved
I
just what? I just uh, put a Richard on the card
I ain’t grow up playin’ ball, but I’ll show you how the fuck you gotta do it
If you really wanna ball ’til you fall
When your back against the wall
And a bunch of n—-s need you to go away
Still goin’ bad on ’em anyway
Saw you last night, but did it broad day
Wheezy outta here
Lyrics licensed & provided by LyricFind
Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Robert Rihmeek Williams, Aubrey Drake Graham
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