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But this is part
Of the project of the new record, as
He explains it: to present an "older
More experienced Meek Mill"

Dreams Worth More Than Money

to you by choice
Pull up in a whip and it's making hella noise
You call that Lamborghini I'm callin' that thing my toy
Make a lot of money yeah you know

slaughtered

I remember when I used to reminisce
Rumour two stuck to my hip
Bumping ringtones that I bought
Linkin park and jadakiss
At McDonald's with no money

lining up to
X me like an asterisk
They laughing in my face until I
Kill em with my adlibs
So when you talk about 7
Better mark me down as an underdog
Only

to the schools
And we drove it to the parks
We scoured the youth of America
Until we found our mark
It was a boy
He was around 12
He had the roundest face
A face

breaks until I'm going berserk
I'm all right tho
So what's the difference if I do it without what they do
I'm on sight tho
I'm going psycho I might go

Downtown Assassins

Snoop Dogg

Tha Doggfather [Bonus DVD]

1996

knives to guns, from the rich to the slums 
We ran out of dope, I don't think so, son
While I be gunned by a mark from the enemy park
From daylight

it
(Oh)
Get to the money, just like an accountant
Brand new bitch, brand new fit
Diamonds on my wri, Wri
Aren't we clique? she go blind
Where you gon'

For that white powder
A deuce deuce will leave little holes
In your top like salt shaker
Then I'll finish it off with a big cap
On your head like a park

for adoption she's like 19 now
But people say she looks like she's 12
Until she shows you the stretch marks

We didn't even do any of
It there was

dope, I don't think so son
While I be gunned by a mark from the enemy park
From daylight to reach dark and all the clucks a'spark
From when I pick 'em off

to make it out
Woo! What a feeling
I couldn't sleep at night, in my bed I would keep a knife
Until I got a gun, where I'm from? They ain't believe in

it back 

Seen to many niggas lose they life in fact 

I was down on my luck, slept in subways

Getting drunk in the park , except sundays

Quiet

these
Money that make the Brougham hot
My lifestyle on these streets
Is easily provoked and it's the same in this
Business with these Jewish folks
We call

cut it up into a pound
Now my money is right yeah, my pocket is tight
My bitches don't give a shit they complicit
We villains in the kitchen cooking