Hip Hop lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill]

Yeah, we back in the hood

I like recording in Philly

Put me in my zone

(Philly, wassup?)

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]

I remember it was no lights

Mattress on the floor

A thousand roaches, four mice

Yeah, I remember it was no lights

Yeah, I remember it was no lights

Mattress on the floor

A thousand roaches, four mice

Yeah I remember all the cold nights (I do)

Niggas sold white just to live the Lo Life

Ralph Lauren, 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

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

Slide 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

Ya'll niggas talking 'bout murder, that ain't be though

Fuck around and get your life took nigga, repo

Fuck what niggas tell us, I see 'em and know they jealous

Steppin' in my Margielas, this 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 my rari

I'm feeling like I'm Andretti

I'm Freddie all in your dreams

Lean Like I'm Kareem

My 750 my beam I'm clean fuck 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 with no job

Wanna see me back on the corner

Fifty niggas we mob

With choppers like fuck the coppers

Duckin' 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 I ain't die

They jealous a nigga made it

They jealous I don't know why

I don't understand y'all suckas

Guess I ain't meant to

Pussy motherfuckers

Lemme tell 'em what I been through