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Meek Mill

11/28 Freestyle

 

11/28 Freestyle


(Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap)
Yeah, huh

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 ever since I heard my homie
My first heard 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

I want to thank God for all my blessings
Everyday I wake up, Everyday I pray before
Before like it came to life all my dreams that I chase
I feel like they came true so, I just wanna, you kno
Make sure I thank God first for my blessings

I'm taking the profit in bitcoin
Because I know that man on a dollar really a mess
And I'm not dumb I'm moving faster
I told my younger don't never be no hitter that's really dumb
Cause if you done these niggas to crash
When I was young I couldn't grasp it
Cause I grew up in the jungle
At the very bottom of the barrel you make It out
They tryna grab, y'all tell them lost to me and crabby
I had beef with niggas before I had to play the state
I went to jail and commissary had my favorite plate
Been eating oodles and noodles ever since like 88
The menu look like it's made to stay

Blessings
And if I'm with you then I'm with you until I fade away
Don't take the lead I made a way
I ain't heard them kids ain't get no christmas
You know say the day I took my blessings
I'm putting on for the treatments and it made your way
Blessings
You ain't got to like me, you're gonna respect it
When I was like clear that's when I check it out
I was right there with all these steppers that's why
No I gotta be special cause Lord
Knows my heart and grass about being real with myself
And paying my people back in

Blessings
Yeah

done

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