Текст Meek Mill – Hip Hop

Mattress on the floor, a thousand roaches, four mice (whoa)
Yeah, I remember it was no lights {«GANGSTA!»}
Yeah, I remember it was no lights
Mattress on the floor, a thousand roaches, four mice (whoa)

Yeah, I remember all them cold nights (I do)
Niggas sold white just to live the low life (yeah)
Ralph Laurenin, I was sinnin’ (I was sinnin’)
The crazy part is the designer ain’t wanna send it (wanna send it)
The dope dealer, was out in me
And not magic, you couldn’t imagine (DAMN!)
the shit 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 hittin’ the soft
I was thinkin’ in my head like I gotta get with this raw
Shit’s gettin’ to’ up (up) as she watch me grow up (up)
Right in front of the kids, she fuckin’ her nose up
She’s thinkin’ like «So what? My homie got colder»
She even sold a nintendo, I’m thinking like hol’ up (LORD!)
I done seen my homie Mommy turn into a zombie
And it was like (New Jersey Drive) the way we throw them (Johnnies) (SKRRT!)
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? (Long)
I got the money and the power, made a nigga strong (strong)
I had respect before that, cause every fight, I fought back
Cause I was always taught that, a nigga hit you hold that

Down baby, now it’s thirty rounds baby
As I’m ridin’ through my hood, it’s been goin’ down crazy in this bitch
Where they murder for a half a pound baby
So imagine for a kilo; shark in the water, Nemo
Skinny niggas with a full pound, turn to Deebo
Got the four-five and the six, call it Cee-Lo
Y’all niggas talkin’ ’bout murder, that ain’t be though
Fuck around and get your life took nigga, repo
Fuck what niggas tell us, I see ’em and know they jealous (I see ’em)
Steppin’ in my Margielas this nina like my umbrella (BLRRRT!)
Ballin’ like I’m ‘Melo and (Kingin’) like I’m Coretta (yeah)
They Tina my beretta and singin’ I won’t do never
We shootin’ at all you pussies, ringin’ on all you niggas
My city body for body, my finger all on the trigger
I’m ready my niggas heavy, yellow gold all on my prezi
I’m switchin’ gears in my rari, I’m feelin’ like I’m Andretti
I’m Freddie all in your (dreams), lean Like I’m Kareem
My 750 my beam I’m clean fuck do you mean
My team full of gorillas, killers on 4 wheelers
They stuck me back in the trap — fresh off of tour nigga
They wanna see my demise, wanna see me with no job
Wanna see me back on the corner; fifty niggas we mob
With choppers like fuck 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 that I ain’t die
They jealous a nigga made it, they jealous I don’t know why
…I don’t understand y’all suckas (I don’t)
…I guess I ain’t meant to (meant)
…Pussy motherfuckers (motherfucka)
…Lemme tell ’em what I been through (been through)

«GANGSTA, GRIZZLES!!»
I don’t think I wanna tell ‘me no more, hahaha
That was like sixty; DC, nigga
Fuck ’em, fuck ’em, FUCK ‘EM! BLRRRT!