Meek Mill – 100 Summers Lyrics



[Verse 1]
I gotta place my rearview when I pull outta the parking lot
‘Cause where I’m from all you niggas 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 outcha
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
We still at war, I got that thing in arm reach
Fuck 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 prevail through all this rapping, whoa
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 yo face so when they see me they see you
Know they’d kill me in my hood, but I just keep on comin’ through
Still wit’ it, the graveyard throwing a party for all the real niggas
They invited me, but shit I got a meal ticket
When everybody want me to get out we gotta deal wit’ it

[Pre-Chorus]
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I did some things that I had to regret
I say some things I could never forget
The reaper took my homie’s soul, feel like he after me next, oh Lord

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
Grew up ’round them monsters they’ll shoot you in your face
Ain’t used to showin’ no 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 won’t see her son again, we call that blind love
I can’t trust these niggas, they’ll get you lined up
Tried to rob me, he got smoke for a Rollie, his time’s up
You gon’ be a killer or a homicide
Make your momma shed a tear before my momma cry
Was young and great, but they still smoked him at the waffle spot
Only God can judge me when when I clutch and let that chopper rock
Feel this shit
I wrote this in blood, this some of my realest shit
They say if he rich as fuck, why he movin’ so militant
‘Cause in my hood it ain’t no love and I know what I’m dealin’ wit’

[Pre-Chorus]
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I did some things that I had to regret
I say some things I could never forget
The reaper took my homie’s soul, feel like he after me next, oh Lord

[Chorus]
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

Oh, yeah yeah



YFN Lucci – Street Kings (feat. Meek Mill)



[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Uh, young street nigga tryin’ make some millions
I know you hear me but you gotta feel me
These niggas talk about it but they never did shit
And we ain’t really smelling that shit
When you made it out the slums then you the trillest
Running with yo’ day ones, yeah, you the realest
Uh, I know you hear me but you gotta feel me
Young street nigga tryin’ make some millions

[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
Uh, know I’m from the projects
In the hood know I still got on all my shit
100k on my neck
Die for my respect
Tryin’ ride on the kid, fuck around and wreck
Play you, die, you next
Uh, true number one got ’em upset
I’ve been on my young fly shit since a lil’ jet, true shit
A whole lot of broomsticks what we move with
Don’t be jumping in shit you ain’t got nothin’ to do with
Sweep yo’ block like a house sweep, y’all all sweet
Never been the type to call all beef, don’t call me
Nigga talkin’ ’bout he gon’ off me, they lost me
They tryin’ do me like Jeezy, they tryin’ cross me
I’ma give a nigga the full clip ’til it’s all E
After bloodshed ain’t no sorry, I’m sorry
We was all broke now we all kings
Gotta get the fuck up out the hood by any means
We all G’s

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Uh, young street nigga tryin’ make some millions
I know you hear me but you gotta feel me
These niggas talk about it but they never did shit
And we ain’t really smelling that shit
When you made it out the slums then you the trillest
Running with yo’ day ones, yeah, you the realest
Uh, I know you hear me but you gotta feel me
Young street nigga tryin’ make some millions

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Shout out my niggas that stayed down
That’s why they still with me I came up
Got some money and look what they sayin’ now
But they tell you them niggas stand up, I manned up
And I turned a dollar to a thousand, turned a thousand to a million, moved my mom’s to public housing
Had to put her in that mansion, for the hood I got a Audi
And they tell me that I’m losin’, man you niggas fuckin’ wildin’
When they killed Lil’ Snupe, I took a L
Young trap niggas from the bottom, we prevailed
We had got expelled before they taught us how to spell
We ain’t never go to math but knew them numbers on that scale
Busting’ bricks sellin’ bails, I ain’t never tell
Only thing a nigga takin’ from me is a shell
Hood of broken dreams, we was to raising hell
If you was from my hood, then you would never get a cell
Fuck nigga!

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Uh, young street nigga tryin’ make some millions
I know you hear me but you gotta feel me
These niggas talk about it but they never did shit
And we ain’t really smelling that shit
When you made it out the slums then you the trillest
Running with yo’ day ones, yeah, you the realest
Uh, I know you hear me but you gotta feel me
Young street nigga tryin’ make some millions

YFN Lucci – Street Kings Lyrics

[Hook: YFN Lucci]
Uh, young street nigga tryin’ make some millions
I know you hear me but you gotta feel me
These niggas talk about it but they never did shit
And we ain’t really smelling that shit
When you made it out the slums then you the trillest
Running with yo’ day ones, yeah, you the realest
Uh, I know you hear me but you gotta feel me
Young street nigga tryin’ make some millions

[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
Uh, know I’m from the projects
In the hood know I still got on all my shit
100k on my neck
Die for my respect
Tryin’ ride on the kid, fuck around and wreck
Play you, die, you next
Uh, true number one got ’em upset
I’ve been on my young fly shit since a lil’ jet, true shit
A whole lot of broomsticks what we move with
Don’t be jumping in shit you ain’t got nothin’ to do with
Sweep yo’ block like a house sweep, y’all all sweet
Never been the type to call all beef, don’t call me
Nigga talkin’ ’bout he gon’ off me, they lost me
They tryin’ do me like Jeezy, they tryin’ cross me
I’ma give a nigga the full clip ’til it’s all E
After bloodshed ain’t no sorry, I’m sorry
We was all broke now we all kings
Gotta get the fuck up out the hood by any means
We all G’s

[Hook: YFN Lucci]
Uh, young street nigga tryin’ make some millions
I know you hear me but you gotta feel me
These niggas talk about it but they never did shit
And we ain’t really smelling that shit
When you made it out the slums then you the trillest
Running with yo’ day ones, yeah, you the realest
Uh, I know you hear me but you gotta feel me
Young street nigga tryin’ make some millions

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Shout out my niggas that stayed down
That’s why they still with me I came up
Got some money and look what they sayin’ now
But they tell you them niggas stand up, I manned up
And I turned a dollar to a thousand, turned a thousand to a million, moved my mom’s to public housing
Had to put her in that mansion, for the hood I got a Audi
And they tell me that I’m losin’, man you niggas fuckin’ wildin’
When they killed Lil’ Snupe, I took a L
Young trap niggas from the bottom, we prevailed
We had got expelled before they taught us how to spell
We ain’t never go to math but knew them numbers on that scale
Busting’ bricks sellin’ bails, I ain’t never tell
Only thing a nigga takin’ from me is a shell
Hood of broken dreams, we was to raising hell
If you was from my hood, then you would never get a cell
Fuck nigga!

[Hook: YFN Lucci]
Uh, young street nigga tryin’ make some millions
I know you hear me but you gotta feel me
These niggas talk about it but they never did shit
And we ain’t really smelling that shit
When you made it out the slums then you the trillest
Running with yo’ day ones, yeah, you the realest
Uh, I know you hear me but you gotta feel me
Young street nigga tryin’ make some millions

Meek Mill & Young Thug Debuts “We Ball” Video Dedicated To Lil Snupe: Watch

Meek Mill and Young Thug debuts the long awaited video for their collaborative single “We Ball.”

Despite his incarceration, Meek continues to put out new material in an effort to maintain his relevance while he continues his legal battle to secure his freedom. One of his biggest singles this year is “We Ball” which is a cut off his new album Wins & Losses featuring Young Thug. The video has been a long time coming but was hampered by his recent legal issues which took his focus off his music.

The cut is dedicated to Meek Mill’s fallen friend Lil Snupe. In the video, the Dreamchasers rapper held up a Lil Snupe chain while he raps his verse at a funeral in a cemetery. “When they killed my ni**a Snupe, I seen my young ni**a / In the casket he ain’t even have no blood in him / Prolly the reason why I keep taking these drugs quicker / Ain’t got no patience for these motherf***in’ f**k ni**as / I watch everybody change, they thought I lost it,” Meek raps.

Later in the video he linked up with Young Thug in a church with a screen showing flashes of people from several different faiths praying for their dead love ones. At the end of the clip, the hashtag #JusticeForMeek flashes on the screen just like his previous video.

DJ Mustard – What These B*tches Want (feat. Meek Mill, Nipsey Hussle & Ty Dolla $Ign) (Cold Summer Album) letras

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Before this rapping I wanted to be a kingpin
On the corner with niggas running them things in
I was told get the money and bring the team in
And never ever let them hoes get between them
Born a slave, but I die a king, and um
For bad bitches with money and I got a thing and um
I’m feeling like King James when he got his ring
Because I started off with nothing except a dream, nigga
I’m cut from a different cloth
They don’t make no more, you niggas soft
The streets killed Lil Snupe, I took a loss
That’s why my heart so cold, my shit defrost
Everybody saying that I stunt too much
But they don’t know where I came from, I done too much
And my ex chick said I like to fuck too much
So I turned around and told her, “Bitch you want too much”
Meek Milly

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
What these bitches want from a nigga?
Want from meeeee, want from me
What you want from me? Want from me
I gave it all I got, I won’t let you get the best of me, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2: Nipsey Hussle]
Look, no one can save us and we realized it
We knew the outcome and we still tried it
That South Central state of mind
I’m in the field, logic to be a real rider
We did this shit to the extreme where you ain’t feel honest
Now this blood is on your hands and you hope these bills wash it
Sinking deeper in regret but that’s the real faucet
See man, go for self, that was the real Slauson
But do this win, lose or draw that was a real promise
Till death do us what’s most important was rep to us
The set schooled us to love and lie and respect shooters
Reflect to it, this year I’m dropping my best music
Hope you niggas get rich and then reinvest to it
Wish you niggas success and minus the stress to it
Lot of steps, lot of losses and regrets to it
A game of life, you ain’t the type that will accept losing
Whatever’s left to it, flying in a jet to it

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
What these bitches want from a nigga?
Want from meeeee, want from me
What you want from me? Want from me
I gave it all I got, I won’t let you get the best of me, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign]
Girl I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
You ain’t trying to waste no time (no time)
So I gotta let you know (let you know, ohhh)
Money on my mind
Money over bitches, that’s the story of my life
Yeah I know them guys try to catch me slipping
Tell them keep on trying

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
What these bitches want from a nigga?
Want from meeeee, want from me
What you want from me? Want from me
I gave it all I got, I won’t let you get the best of me, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah