Meek Mill lights a fuse under the game with Indie Pack (Vol. 01), his surprise four-track EP that hit at midnight today through Dream Chasers, and FREE SMOKE roars in as the third cut, that gritty street sermon where every bar feels like a chamber loading, raw and unfiltered like Philly nights that never sleep.
You can hear Meek digging deep on this one, pulling from the trenches he mapped out on early mixtapes but with a sharper edge now, like he’s auditing his own legend. He laid it down in quick, no-frills sessions last month, away from the majors for that indie flex, blending trap’s thunderous 808s with these sparse hi-hats that let his flow breathe fire. Themes cut straight: survival’s scars, from his dad’s loss to dodging ops while the world’s watching, mixed with that triumphant flex on penthouses and Maybachs.
It’s motivational without the polish, a reminder he’s the one who ran fourth-and-long when no one believed, all wrapped in ad-libs that echo like echoes off concrete. The snippet he dropped on IG stories yesterday had the timeline on lock, fans catching those “walk it out” chants like gospel.
Indie Pack isn’t bloated; it’s lean and mean, clocking under 12 minutes but hitting like a full round. SAVE YOURSELF opens with that self-check vibe, HOW FAR WE CAME flips to reflection on the come-up, FREE SMOKE keeps the heat on loyalty and dust-to-dawn traps, and 4TH OF JULY IN PHILLY closes with Fridayy adding soul to the fireworks. The whole thing’s a reset, Meek going rogue to drop on his terms, no waiting on exec nods—just pure Chasers energy about pressure, freedom, and flipping the script on what “indie” even means for a vet like him.
Meek’s in beast mode these days, fresh off that DC activism push and sold-out arena runs where he turned stages into block parties. At 38, he’s past the beef cycles, channeling it into moves like this EP that feel like therapy wrapped in bars—proof he’s not just surviving the game, he’s rewriting the rules while the shadows try to catch up.
X is already crackling with reactions, clips of the FREE SMOKE drop syncing to old Dreams and Nightmares visuals, folks calling it the raw Meek they been missing. If his last album was the victory lap, this pack’s the reload.
Dive into the FREE SMOKE lyrics below and unpack its raw narrative. Don’t miss other Indie Pack (Vol. 01) tracks for more of Meek Mill’s relentless drive.
Lyrics of FREE SMOKE by Meek Mill
Come To My Hood You Know I’m The One
Shit So Real My Dad Got Killed Since I Been Lil Been Loading My Gun
I’m In The Field Like Saquon Barkley 4th And 2 You Know Imma Run
Og Keep On Poppin That Shit When He Touch Down He Knowin He Done
I Like Glocks And Money I Like Glocks And Money You Know Where I’m From
Show No Mercy On Niggas I Swear For God I Ain’t Heard Of You Niggas
I Ain’t Really Gotta Move My Diamonds Still Jump Off Vertical Nigga
I’m In A Penthouse Moving With Ya Babymom Getting Real Surgical Nigga
Pu**y Was Water You Know How I Did Her
I Was Folding Her Up
Putting D**k In Her Throat While
I Was Grabbing Her Hair This Time She Was Throwin It Up
When We Leave Out The Club Got Thirty Bad B**ches
They All Can’t Go In The Truck
Got A Whole Lot Of Chops You Try
Get The Drop Nigga Probably Gonna Turn To Dust
From Dust To Dawn Trapping That Shit From Dust To Dawn
I’m Tryna See What The F**k She On
I Told Her To Move On A Hush She Drawn
I Said I Don’t Wanna Play No Caresha Or Uno Baby The F**k We Doing
She Ain’t Even Know This A Million In Jewelry On Me No Bussy On
That’s Crazy
I Been Cracking Since Back In The Eighty’s
She Had Topped Me In Back Of The Cedes
In The Trenches I Do What I Want Ever
Since I Was A Young Nigga Never Could Play Me
I’m The One I Ain’t Never Debating
They Told Me I Couldn’t I Said I Would Make It
My New Crib In The Back Of The Woods
Just To Get To The Gate Walk 7 More Acres
Walk It Out
Walk It Out
We Got Them Choppers These Niggas Wanna Talk It Out
Tellin Them People He Beefin With Me
And I Really Don’t Know What He Talkin Bout
I Still Come Through Culli, Phantom, Maybach Take Up The Parking Lot
They Had Thought I Was Leasin At Least
We The Only Real Niggas They Talkin Bout
I’m Giving Her Bands She Came Out Her Pants
I’m Making Her Dance Her Nigga A Fan
I Ain’t Tryna Play Know Really I’m Saying
I Came In The Rolls And Dipped In The Lamb
I’m Really The Goat No Really I’m Sayin
And My Flow On Curry
Somewhere In Dubai My Whole Crew Ride Rolls Royce We Ain’t Got No Worries
As I Walk Through The Valley Of The Shadow Of Death
Jump In The Lamb And A Bunch Of Diamonds Shadow My Neck
Niggas Talk Behind My Back Wanna See The Last Of My Breath
We Ain’t Never Gone Die Nigga
