เพลง 100 Summers

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100 Summers (Explicit) - Meek Mill

I gotta place my rear view

When I pull outta the parking lot

'Cause where I'm from all you n***as

Die in the parking lot

Get ten seconds on the news

They barely talk about us

You gotta watch the way you move

They'll make a target outchea

Oh

The Reaper comin' gotta keep it on me

I told my momma I won't leave her lonely

Too much drama get these demons off me

You still at war I got that thing in arm reach

F**k what happened

That's what my momma told me

When they caught me with the ratchet

Rather see me in a cell than see me in a casket

I show love to all my fans

'Cause I through all this rapping wo all this rapping wo

I got homies that died young

And I miss 'em tell the truth

I feel like I let 'em down

And that's word to Lil Snupe

I put diamonds in they face

So when they see me they see you

Know they'd kill me in my hoo

But I just keep on comin' through

Still wit' it

Still wit' it

The graveyard throwing

A party for all the real n***as

They invited me but s**t I got a mil ticket

When everybody want me to get out we gotta deal wit' it

Deal wit' it

As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death

Shadow of death

I do something that's I rather regret rather regret

I say some things I could never forget

The Reaper took my homie's soul

Feel like he after me next hol' up hol' up hol' up

I just wanna ball hunnid summers

Seen too many of my dogs goin' under

How I made it out alive sometimes I wonder

We been goin' to war since Contra since Contra

Grew up 'round them monsters

They'll shoot you in your face

Ain't used to somin' love

That's 'cause we grew up in that hate

Live by the sword die by the sword way

Tried to make it home they shot him in the hallway

Tears on my face feel like

I be cryin' blood

Momma see her son again we call that blind love

I can't trust these n***as

They'll get you lined up

Tried to rob me he got smoke

For a Rollie his time's up time's up

You gon' be a killer or a homicide homicide

Make your momma shed a tear before my momma cry

Was young and great

But they still smoked a him at the waffle spot

Only God can judge me when I clutch him

And let that chopper rock

Hruuuu

Philly s**t

Philly s**t

I wrote this in blood this some of my realest s**t

They say if he rich as f**k

Why he movin' so militant

'Cause in my hood there ain't no love

And I know what I'm dealin' wit'

As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death

Shadow of death

I do something that's I rather regret

I rather regret

I say some things I could never forget

The Reaper took my homie's soul

Feel like he after me next hol' up hol' up hol' up

I just wanna ball hunnid summers

Seen too many of my dogs goin' under

How I made it out alive sometimes I wonder

'Cause we been goin' to war since Contra

Since Contra since Contra since Contra since Contra

Oh yeah yeah

 

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