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アーティスト:Meek Mill 

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Yeah, we back in the hood I like recording in Philly Put me in my zone (Philly, wassup?) I remember it was no lights Mattress on the floor A thousand roaches, four mice Yeah, I remember it was no lights (X2) Mattress 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 Ralph Laurenin, I was sinning The crazy part is the designer ain't wanna send it The dope dealer, was I Emmet And not magic, you couldn't imagine 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 hitting the soft I was thinking in my head like I gotta get with this raw Shit's getting tow up, as she watch me grow up Right in front of the kids, she fucking her nose up She's thinking like so what My homie got colder She even sold a nintendo, I'm thinking like hol' up I done seen my homie mommy turn into a zombie And it was like New Jersey Drive the way we throw them johnnies 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? I got the money and the power, made a nigga 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 riding through my hood It been going down crazy in this bitch Where they murder for a half a pound baby


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