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"Hip Hop"

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

[Verse: 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
Matches on the floor
A thousand roaches, four mice
Yeah I remember all the cold nights (I do)
Niggas sold white just to live the low life
Good offer really, I was sinning
The crazy part is the designer ain't wanna send it
The dope dealer, was I Emmet?
And I imagine group cutting the magic and shit that's all
Had no choice but to get involved
You aim to spit it raw
Top crack and dribble the ball
It's crazy when I see my own neighbor hittin the soft
I was thinkin in my head like I gotta get with this raw
She was getting tow up as she watched me grow up
Right in front of the kids, you fuckin her nose up
She thinkin like so what, my homie got colder
She even sold her Nintendo, I'm thinkin like hold up
I done seen my homie mami turn into a zombie
And then was like New Jersey drive the way we drove them Johnny's
When we started call, slit through like a bowling ball
I 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 it right before that, certified I fall back
Cause I was always told that a nigga hit you hold that
Down baby, now it's 30 rounds baby
Yes I'm ridin through my hood
They've been going down crazy in this bitch
Would they murder for a half a pound?
Baby throw a mag before a kilo
Shark in the water, Nemo
Skinny niggas with a 4 pound turn to debo
Got the 4-5 and the 6, call it Cee-Lo
Ya'll niggas talkin bout murder, that ain't ditto
Fuck around and get your life took, nigga repo
Fuckin niggas tell as I see em, I know they jealous
Steppin in my jealous is nina like my umbrella
Pullin like Carmelo and kingin like I'm Correta
They tintin my bereta and singin I won't do never
We shootin at all you pussies, ringin all of you niggas
My city body for body, my finger all on the trigger
Already my niggas heavy, yellow gold on my prezzy
I'm switchin gears and it's dry
I'm feelin like I'm Andretti and Freddy
All in yo green, lean like I'm Korean
My 7-50 my beam, I'm clean, fuck do you mean?
My team full of gorillas, killers on 4 wheelers
They stopped me back in the track, switch up a tour nigga
They wanna see my demise, wanna see me no job
They talkin back on the corner, 50 niggas we mob
With choppers like fuck the coppers
Cutting them like helicopters
They wanna lock us in boxes, call houses and tell em
Probly they jealous, my album sellin
Jealous that I ain't jealous
They jealous that I ain't tellin
Them fuckers know I ain't sellin
But burnin up in the sky, jealous that I ain't died
They jealous a nigga made it, they jealous I don't know why
I don't understand ya'll suckers
I guess I ain't meant to
Pussy motherfuckers
Let me tell em what I've been through

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