Meek Mill

Meek Mill - Used To Be lyrics

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I use to be a use to

I use to be a use to

I use to be a use to

I used to grind in the dirty

I used to cry to 'til it hurt

I will look up to the heavens

When is my time gonna come

I use to be a use to

But I never got use to

Being what I use to, be

Said I use to be a use to

But I never got use to

Being what I use to be

I was never use to niggas that was use to

Being broke so I started selling coke

Times got hard was selling soap

Scheming just like the preacher in church he selling hope

Now I'm getting older, heart getting colder

Looking at my son while his head lay on my shoulder

Thinking in my head will I make it to see him grow up

Or will I catch a bullet from something these niggas throwing

Trying to take me out, in the hood trying to make it out

Niggas plotting on me cops all staking out

Trying to get a couple bricks so I can make a house

Close friends hating on me really trying to play me out

Damn, but niggas couldn't deal with me

If they had blackjack my shooters would still hit them

North side of philly where it's real gritty

And dirty at where everyday they murder at

I use to be a use to

I use to be a use to

I use to be a use to

I used to grind in the dirty

I used to cry to 'til it hurt

I will look up to the heavens

When is my time gonna come

I use to be a use to

But I never got use to

Being what I use to, be

Said I use to be a use to

But I never got use to

Being what I use to be

When I was young I started planning it out

My daddy got killed I was the man of the house

By the age of 16 man them hammers was out

So when niggas trying to hit me I'm just handing them out

Cause I ain't trying to see my mom crying, and my sis mourning

So I'mma let this little mac 11 rip on them

Louis vuitton sneaks watch the blood drip on them

For all the times I bled the tears I she'd

Every time I made money it was here I said

And if my niggas asked for it it was yeah I said

Selling butter just to get the fam bread I spread

I got married to the streets and it was here I wed

Cause I was never use to being what I use to

Started off walking now the rolls royce a coup too

I'mma let the top down every time I shoot through

To give them motivation even though I know they hating

I use to be a use to

I use to be a use to

I use to be a use to

I used to grind in the dirty

I used to cry to 'til it hurt

I will look up to the heavens

When is my time gonna come

I use to be a use to

But I never got use to

Being what I use to, be

Said I use to be a use to

But I never got use to

Being what I use to be

The man with the gold makes the rules

And one who makes the rules break the rules

Some niggas make it alive, some make the news

It's either family or money, I hate to choose

Cause you need money just to feed the fam, the family keep you cool

Got a nigga on the papers still I keep the tool

Niggas heard I'm getting money so they creeping though

I keep my hand up on that hammer what's for me to do?

Let these niggas kill me?

Try to line me up so they can rail me?

I'm just giving you the real me

Started with a dollar now I got it and I'm filthy

I use to be a use to

I use to be a use to

I use to be a use to

I used to grind in the dirty

I used to cry to 'til it hurt

I will look up to the heavens

When is my time gonna come

I use to be a use to

But I never got use to

Being what I use to, be

Said I use to be a use to

But I never got use to

Being what I use to be

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