Meek Mill - The Soundtrack lyrics

[Verse 1: Game] Politics as usual, them palm trees is beautiful Crack rock lingerin', fiends s**in' they cuticles Wear the wrong colors 'round here, n***as is shootin' you n***as workin' out in them pens, stuck in they cubicles n***a, you k**in' who? Street sh**, me and Meek sh** f** with him, f** around and be your funeral [Verse 2: Meek Mill] Have your momma ten and two, with my homies spinnin' through Drive-by, layin' side by side as they viewin' you Ha, cause you will ride for your n***a, right? Now with hearses side by side, with your n***a right Cause it been plenty nights I barely made it through this life n***as want to snatch my soul from me like I'm Jesus Christ [Verse 3: Game & (Meek Mill)] Compton, California, come and see what my city like (Babies losin' hope when they see they momma hit the pipe) Rosecrans, (Berks Street), n***as tryin' to murk me (God, it hit me first, G) [Hook: Game & (Meek Mill)] This right here the soundtrack to a real n***a life (Comin' from a city where they k** n***as like) "La-da-da, la-da-da" The soundtrack to a real n***a life (Comin' from a city where they k** n***as like) "La-da-da, la-da-da" [Verse 4: Meek Mill] Uh, my dog doin' life Cause he ain't had no safety like the Rams' secondary And he come out in 2060, Nevuary, never scared [Verse 5: Game] Cause I got real n***as everywhere That'll cut your life short like it's February k**er Cali, where them burnouts is necessary 'Specially when the feds is tappin' phones like secretaries sh** real like 2Pac's obituary k** him, B.I.G. too, but they memory legendary [Verse 6: Meek Mill & (Game)] And where I'm from, you get murdered like hereditary They k**ed my homie, we came back like it was January The first n***a aimin' to murk, n***a f** your chain, want your shoes, your jean and your shirt, n***a Cause it's cold out, f** your concert cause you sold out Your dad didn't teach you all that sh** you sing that song 'bout So what you talkin' about? (Absolutely nothin', they ain't us, Meek, f** 'em, cause) [Hook] This right here the soundtrack to a real n***a life (Comin' from a city where they k** n***as like) "La-da-da, la-da-da" The soundtrack to a real n***a life (Comin' from a city where they k** n***as like) "La-da-da, la-da-da" [Bridge: Meek Mill] From Philly to Compton, n***a I fell in love with these streets, I lost my n***as too But I'll be damned I'll let one of you n***as take my life [Verse 7: Game] Meek, tell 'em that I'm back on my grizzly though Most these rappers' life is like a f**in' Miguel video Compton k**ed eight of my n***as, but that's my city though Yeah, we movin' birds, but we throw 'em like a Frisbee though n***as sellin' flat-screens, sixty-inch VIZIOs Blow on a stone, smokin' chronic on commodes Listenin' to Hov like "I got to get my weight up" The system was made to break us, but they can't take us, no [Verse 8: Meek Mill] And I know they hate us though cause we really made it though Ballin' like we Jordan, n***as shootin', try and fade me though O.G. Bobby Johnson, .44 with the potato nose Turn you mashed potato, bro, but it's all gravy though I done been to church to mosque, it couldn't save me though sh**, I got to save myself before I try to save a ho f** your role model, it was gold bottles after the gold hollows [Hook] This right here the soundtrack to a real n***a life (Comin' from a city where they k** n***as like) "La-da-da, la-da-da" The soundtrack to a real n***a life (Comin' from a city where they k** n***as like) "La-da-da, la-da-da"