Letra Hip hop Meek Mill

Hip hop

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