11/28 FREESTYLE Meek Mill
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[Intro]
(Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap)
Yeah, huh
[Verse 1]
It was a type of day I felt like I ain't deserve to smile
When you waking up getting news, like you heard Virgil died
Ain’t had no homie like that, but I feel hurt inside
Knowing we grew up trying to kill niggas since I was a murder child
Jealous I ain't had no daddy, I just couldn't verbalize it
So I ran to the corner with all the gangsters, I’m trying certified
As my mom, ever since 13 She never heard me cry
Cause I've been strapping evеr since I heard my homie
My first hеard He died
Cause We didn't got so used to death that
It don't even burn inside it
Everything got internalized when everything start to eternalize
I turn my eyes, act like I don't see it and you wonder why
Knowing they were sins before they told us how to underline
I was praying to make it to 25
So I've never counted my money before my blessings
Cause ain't no telling what's going happen
My young boy don’t be hearing me, when I be telling about trapping going
Do it in the county rocking trucks are really scrappy
Eating shit you can’t imagine, attorney to a savage
Do you really know where the trap is locked in the box to go in the casket
Cause you ain't had no floor, no jump shot to go in the basket
So you got a Glock shoot a black man
Constantly you are blocking on your ass just like this pac man
Nobody told us cops robbers
It really happened till we got out here in this traffic
(Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap)
Yeah, huh
[Verse 1]
It was a type of day I felt like I ain't deserve to smile
When you waking up getting news, like you heard Virgil died
Ain’t had no homie like that, but I feel hurt inside
Knowing we grew up trying to kill niggas since I was a murder child
Jealous I ain't had no daddy, I just couldn't verbalize it
So I ran to the corner with all the gangsters, I’m trying certified
As my mom, ever since 13 She never heard me cry
Cause I've been strapping evеr since I heard my homie
My first hеard He died
Cause We didn't got so used to death that
It don't even burn inside it
Everything got internalized when everything start to eternalize
I turn my eyes, act like I don't see it and you wonder why
Knowing they were sins before they told us how to underline
I was praying to make it to 25
So I've never counted my money before my blessings
Cause ain't no telling what's going happen
My young boy don’t be hearing me, when I be telling about trapping going
Do it in the county rocking trucks are really scrappy
Eating shit you can’t imagine, attorney to a savage
Do you really know where the trap is locked in the box to go in the casket
Cause you ain't had no floor, no jump shot to go in the basket
So you got a Glock shoot a black man
Constantly you are blocking on your ass just like this pac man
Nobody told us cops robbers
It really happened till we got out here in this traffic
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