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Meek Mill - Hip Hop lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill]
Yeah, we back in the hood
I like recording in Philly
Put me in my zone
(Philly, wa**up?)

[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 (X2)
Mattress on the floor
A thousand roaches, four mice
Yeah I remember all the cold nights (I do)
n***as sold white just to live the low life
Ralph Laurenin, 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 sh** 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
sh**'s getting tow up, as she watch me grow up
Right in front of the kids, she f**ing 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 n***a strong
I had respect before that
Cause every fight, I fought back
Cause I was always taught that
A n***a 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 b**h
Where they murder for a half a pound baby
So imagine for a kilo
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Shark in the water, nemo
Skinny n***as with a full pound, turn to Deebo
Got the four five and the six call it Cee-Lo
Ya'll n***as talking 'bout murder, that ain't be though
f** around and get your life took n***a, repo
f** what n***as 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 n***as
My city body for body
My finger all on the trigger
I'm ready my n***as 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 f** do you mean
My team full of gorillas
k**ers on 4 wheelers
They stuck me back in the trap
Fresh off of tour n***a
They wanna see my demise
Wanna see me with no job
Wanna see me back on the corner
Fifty n***as we mob
With choppers like f** 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 n***a made it
They jealous I don't know why
I don't understand y'all s**as
Guess I ain't meant to
p**y motherf**ers
Lemme tell 'em what I been through

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