Hip Hop
Meek Mill
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Yeah, we back in the hood I like recording in Philly Put me in my zone (Philly, wassup?) Yeah, I remember it was no lights Mattress on the floor, thousand roaches, four mice Yeah, I remember it was no lights (gansta) Yeah, I remember it was no lights Mattress on the floor, thousand roaches, four mice Yeah, I remember all them cold nights (I do) Niggas sold white just to live the Lo Life Ralph Laurenin', I was sinning The crazy part is the designer ain't wanna send it The dope dealer, was out in me And not magic, you couldn't imagine (damn) The shit I saw, had no choice but to get involved You either spit it raw, or sell crack and dribble the ball It's crazy when I seen my own neighbor hitting the soft I was thinking in my head like I gotta get with this raw Shit's getting tow up, as she watch me grow up Right in front of the kids, she fucking her nose up She's thinking like, "So what?" My homie got colder She even sold a Nintendo, I'm thinking like, "Hol' up" I done seen my homie mommy turn into a zombie And it was like New Jersey Drive the way we throw them johnnies The way we stole them cars, slid through like a bowling ball Ain't had nowhere to go at all Who thought that we would go this far? Matter fact, who thought that we would live this long? I got the money and the power, made a nigga strong I had respect before that 'Cause every fight, I fought back 'Cause I was always taught that A nigga hit you hold that Down baby, now it's thirty rounds baby As I'm riding through my hood It been going down crazy in this bitch Where they murder for a half a pound baby So imagine for a kilo Shark in the water, Nemo Skinny niggas with a full pound, turn to Deebo Got the four five and the six call it Cee-Lo Y'all niggas talking 'bout murder, that ain't be though F*ck around and get your life took nigga, repo F*ck what niggas tell us, I see 'em and know they jealous (I see 'em) Steppin' in Margielas, nina like my umbrella Ballin' like I'm Melo And kinging like I'm Coretta Eighteen in my beretta and singing I won't do never We shooting at all you pussies Ringing on all you niggas My city body for body My finger all on the trigger I'm ready my niggas heavy Yellow gold all on my prezi I'm switching gears in this 'Rari I'm feeling like I'm Andretti I'm Freddie all in your dreams Lean like I'm Karim My 750 my Beam' I'm clean, f*ck do you mean? My team full of gorillas Killers on 4 wheelers They stuck me back in the trap Fresh off of tour, nigga They wanna see my demise Wanna see me no job They talkin' back on the corner Fifty niggas we mob With choppers like, "F*ck the coppers" Guttin' them helicopters They wanna lock us in boxes Courthouses and teleprompters They jealous my album sellin' Jealous that I ain't jealous They jealous that I ain't tellin' I'm focused no I ain't failin' Propellin' up in the sky Jealous that I ain't die They jealous a nigga made it They jealous, I don't know why I don't understand y'all suckas (I don't) I guess I ain't meant to (meant to) Pussy motherfuckers (muhfuckers) Lemme tell 'em what I been through (what I been through) (Gangsta) Gotta say, I wanna tell 'em one more, hahaha That was like sixty Decent, nigga F*ck 'em, f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em Brrr
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