Meek Mill

Meek Mill - Hip Hop lyrics

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Yeah we back in hood

I like recording in Philly

Put me in my zone

Yeah I remember it was no lights

Mattress on the floor

A thousand roaches four mice

Yeah I remember it was no lights

I remember it was no lights

Matches on the floor

A thousand roaches four mice

Yeah I remember all the cold nights

Niggers sold white just to live the low life

The crazy part is the designer ain't wanna send it

The dope dealer was I Emmet

And not magic you couldn't imagine 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 and 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 hold up

I done seen my homie mami turn into a zombie

And it was like the way we throw them johnnies

When we throw them cars

Slip through like a bowling ball

Ain't had no way to go at all matter of fact

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 nigger strong

I had respect before that

Cause every fight I fought back

Cause I was always taught that a nigger hit your 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 a magnum for a kilo shark in the water nemo

Skinny niggers with a full pound turn Deebo

Got the four five and the six call it Cee-Lo

Y'all niggers talking 'bout murder that ain't be though

Fuck around and get your life took nigger repo

Fuck a nigger stepping I see 'em and know they jealous

Steppin in like my umbrella

Ballin' like I'm melo

And kinging like I'm Coretta

They like my beretta and singing I won't do never

We shooting at all you pussies

Ringing on all you niggers

My city body for body

My finger all on the trigger

I'm ready my niggers heavy

Yellow gold all on my prezi

I'm switching gears in my rare

I'm feeling like I'm in …

Young Freddy all in your dreams

Lean like I'm Korean

My 7-50 my beam

Clean 50 you mean

My team full of gorillas

Killers on four wheelers

They stuck me back in the draft

Switch up the cool niggers

They wanna see my demise

Wanna see me no die

They talking back on the corner

50 niggers we might

Fuck the cowards

Cop them on helicopters

They wanna lock us in boxes

Go out and tell upon it

They jealous that I ain’t sell it

Jealous that I ain’t tell it

They jealous that ain’t telling

No focus no ain’t feeling

Pulling up in the sky

Jealous that I ain’t die

They jealous that niggers made it

They jealous I don’t know why

I remember staring at y’all suckers

I guess I ain’t meant to

Pussy motherfuckers

Let me tell’em what I’ve been through

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