Meek Mill drops a raw gut-check on 4TH OF JULY IN PHILLY, the heavy closer to his surprise EP Indie Pack (Vol. 01), out today through Dream Chasers Records, and it hits like those summer nights where fireworks crackle over something way darker, Fridayy’s soulful hook cutting through the smoke like a plea you can’t ignore.
Mill’s been channeling Philly’s scars for years, but this one’s personal as hell. He lays it bare over a moody trap beat—sparse keys and rumbling bass that let his flow build like tension on a block—recounting a night he dodged bullets by sheer luck, calling kin to check if they’re breathing amid the chaos. Fridayy slides in on the chorus with that gospel-tinged lift, turning the hook into a prayer for survival, while Mill unpacks the grind: teaching youngins to hustle instead of cry, the endless cycle of retaliation, and that frustrating stall on real change.
It’s hip-hop at its most urgent, blending street tales with a push for peace, like he’s rapping from the rooftop where the city’s war hits too close. He teased it in a quick IG story last night, just a grainy clip of the skyline, and it already feels like the track that’ll spark those late debates on what healing looks like.
Indie Pack (Vol. 01) is Mill going full independent for the first time, a tight four-song swing clocking under 15 minutes that feels like notes from the road. SAVE YOURSELF opens with that introspective flex, HOW FAR WE CAME nods to the come-up, FREE SMOKE keeps the energy live, and this one seals it with unflinching truth. The EP’s all about that unfiltered reflection—no majors pulling strings, just Mill owning his voice after years of label battles.
Mill’s in a real turning point at 38, fresh off that HEATHENISM collab tape and pushing reforms that actually move the needle, like his work with the Dream Chasers foundation. This EP’s him doubling down: Grammy nods aside, he’s the entrepreneur flipping pain into purpose, showing the streets there’s a lane beyond the sirens.
Dive into the 4TH OF JULY IN PHILLY lyrics below and unpack its raw narrative. Don’t miss other Indie Pack (Vol. 01) tracks for more of Meek Mill’s street gospel.
Lyrics of 4TH OF JULY IN PHILLY by Meek Mill
Fourth Of July
I Call My Brothers Call My Cousins Making Sure They Alive
I Don’t Even Know Who Got Hit Up I’m Just Praying That They Survived
They Shooting Right In Front Of These Babies Swear That Something Ain’t Right
Something Ain’t Right
They Said These Fire Crackers Ain’t The Only Thing Got Lit Up
My City All At War If You In The Way You Gone Get Hit Up
Gotta Watch Yo Body Can’t Be Lacking When You Leaving The Club
Crazy Part About It I Was Suppose To Be There That Night It Could’ve Been Me
When I Got Home Saw The News I Fell To My Knees And I Thank God
I Was Thinking Rest In Peace Oh Pnb My City Needs Something
Ohhh My City Needs Something
I’m Pushing Peace I’m Just A Product Of These Streets
I Ain’t No Gangster I’m Just Me
I Found A Way Out For My Family I’m Just Showing What You Could Be
It’s Been A Long
It’s Been A Long Time Coming
But Change Still Ain’t Come
It’s Been A Long Long Long Long Long Long Long Time
But Change Still Ain’t Come
Fourth Of July
Shit We Was Popping M80’s This Shit Got Crazy
Now We Running Around All 40S And 9S
My Young Boul Brazy I Can’t Save Em They Try Play Em
He Just Ran Off Like He Gone Get A Bomb
I See Water In His Eyes
I Don’t Tell Em Like I Told Em To Die
I Taught Younging How To Hustle
I Taught Shorty To Ride
Use To Be A Fire Cracker I Taught Shorty To Cry
Til Them Shots Fired Sound Like It’s Fireworks Til We Heard Them Sirens
Praying Every Night I Don’t Catch The Murder Virus
Kill My Brother Kill Ya Brother Too
Have A Murder Riot
Do A Ritual With Them Switches Tell Them Burn In Fire
He Had Caught To Many Cases So He Wore A Wire
Put A Seal All On His Statement Now He Real Quiet
You Know Beefing With The Chasers You Get Real Tired
Getting Real Paper F**k How They Feel About Us
We Give Up Fireworks Know North Side Gonna Kill About Me
We Let Off Fireworks Know South Side Gonna Drill About Me
I Wanna Stop The Violence But If I Slip Niggas Gone Still Pop Me
Damn
To Them Streets I Pledge Allegiance Giving Hell To Heathens
It Was Really Hella Deceiving I Ain’t Never See It
We Ain’t Beefing We Doing Islands Really Every Season
Because When You Hear Them Fireworks You Ain’t Never Leaving
Lighters
Fourth Of July
I Call My Brothers Call My Cousins Making Sure They Alive
I Don’t Even Know Who Got Hit Up I’m Just Praying That They Survived
They Shooting Right In Front Of These Babies Swear That Something Ain’t Right
Something Ain’t Right
They Said These Fire Crackers Ain’t The Only Thing Got Lit Up
My City All At War If You In The Way You Gone Get Hit Up
Gotta Watch Yo Body Can’t Be Lacking When You Leaving The Club
It’s Been A Long Long Long Long Long Long Long Time
But Change Still Ain’t Come
