Meek Mill

Meek Mill - Who Your Around ft. Mary J. Blige lyrics

rate me

My, my, my as the world turns,

Today if I don’t earn, best believe I’m gonna learn

If I can’t do either oh shit, it’s none of my concern

Watch my enemies burn, as I fulfill every yearn

I reminiscing on the rappers I was look up to

The ones who want my feature price and a hook up too

The girls I fantasized about tryina hook up too

Niggas 7 feet telling me I’m who they look up to

And bitches still telling me to grow up,

Don’t invite them to my shows but always still manage to show up

Man I made myself a boss and then I gave me a promotion

And I step inside the booth and change the world like I be vaulting

So when you step inside my office treat that bitch like it’s the oval

El presidente, lord sensei, do your job it could be pay your rent day

Getting risky, crazy nigga they ain’t seen it like the since day, yeah

Well it’s the life that I live, collecting everything overdue, for all the work that I overdid

D town, but shot town, they love me like I’m oprah’s kid

Tryina make it to the top so I can let my dogs know I exist

Cause when you come from the bottom man it’s so hard to just get a glimpse

So hard to get a glimpse, so while I’m here I might take a pic

And show them that it’s more to the world than tryina make a living

Like changing it then looking back and saying that we did it

Ok, como me amo, ablo maine...

All black, leather jackets, while I ride in my Diablo

Swear I feel like I’m Keanu, wishing lamborghini’s made of fire though

Cause I got too many real motherfuckers I ride for, die for, ah

Straight out the metropolitan, my city need a hero

So I treat it like metropolis and it’s a few bad louis lanes I can names

Even know I’m me, lord knows that I can’t say,

But I’m still the same me, same click, the same hood, the same bitch

I came up, my bank up, but I stack that like I ain’t rich

Back when we was all college tours, walee man we ain’t make shit

From green broads to soul cow, man all the way back to k bridge

And Michigan stay, close to my Michigan estate

Man we was just tryina get away, man we was just tryina get our day

And damn, tomorrow never seemed so close

And life ain’t what it seem no more

Till I was standing next to puff and hoove

After French coast, a million dollars never seem so broke

And every bitch I fucking praying, ain’t the one I set on wifing

Niggas suing me and they just banking on the settlement

Never settling, life is too fast just to settle in

So many rocks up in my bezel, police started bezzle me like damn

Shit, can’t a young nigga live, man?

We done work too hard, yep, good,

Finally famous nigga, lil hoes

We ain’t never going broke nigga.

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Thursday 21st of February 2013 13:47
awesome song omg