The Ride [Dreamchasers 2]
Meek Mill
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See when I do joints like these? I do it for the youngin' in the ghetto That you ain't gon' never hear his story 'Cause he ain't gonna make it to tell you So you know what's crazy I went to court the other day, the D.A. say she hate me How you gon' hate me When me and Lou just took twenty racks and put coats on them kids backs? It's thirty degrees outside (Gangsta, Gangsta) Twenty four, how could I ask for more? I got my deals, gettin' real, I'm makin' cash fo' sure Stuntin' every chance I get because I had it poor But every time I go to sleep I hear the devil at my door And I'm on 'em papers so them courts are goin' back and forth Dealin' with probation, man, they all said I'd be back for sure Mommies turned to zombies from that raw, because it's crack galore You wonder why them babies runnin' crazy steady clappin' off Gettin' life before they get pussy 'Cause ain't nobody love 'em so they lives get tooken Locked in cages, have 'em fightin' over cookies And lunch trays, just happy them days ain't never killed 'em Yeah I remember, it was a hot December Niggas dyin' top of winter 'cause them kids need them toys Well Santa Claus don't see them boys Or see them girls around here, there's jackboys downstairs No man with the big bag just man with the big gat Try and take your shit back 'cause he feel the world owe him And his daughter want a Barbie bike for Christmas, he gon' show up That the love is there, no mother there Just her and little brother there We wash our pain with Belvedere and use the drugs they brung us here We get high to get by Hotdogs no ribeyes, with tears drip from red eyes When ends don't meet the deadlines The D.A. said she hate me, but I don't understand When I just rocked the show in front of fifty thousand fans I think that bitch racist, she prolly in the Klan She take her pain out on me, but she prolly need a man I took my mom from public housin', put her in the sticks We came a long way from welfare and gettin' WIC That shit just made me hungry And now we gettin' rich and all these niggas gettin' sick I know they wanna get me hit 'cause I'm ballin' Yeah, 'cause I'm ballin' It's like sometimes I always gotta let these type joints go, man Just speakin' to the streets That bitch said she hate me I felt some time away about that Last night we just came out Givin' two, three hunnid pair of shoes to the schools To the girls' and the boys' basketball teams How you hate me? You hate me 'cause I'm doin' what I supposed to do And I got that money and I'm makin' more money than you? Ha, well, bitch, you can hate me for that Let's get it
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