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letra de flamers 3: the real - meek mill

[verse 1: meek mill]
how my mom gone pay the bills when these jobs ain’t hiring?
metal keep firing, the hood’s getting tiresome (x2)
why the f-ck you think i go so hard when i’m writing it?
tryna feed the kids, the narcs striking us like lighting
my young boy 17 took a 20 to 40
by the time he do that 20, my youngin’ be 40
called me yesterday, told me he pleaded, they caught him
couldn’t beat it, co-defendants was telling our lawyer
i don’t spit for the kids, spit it how it is
why would i tell you something different? this is how i live
how i came up junkies shooting their brains up
n-ggas letting them things bust all over the same stuff
heard the n-gga k!lled my dad still walk in these streets
so what the f-ck you think gone happen he walk into me?
walk into murder, glock walking the 33
cause when that n-gga k!ll my pop it’s like he murdered me
upstate nightmares dreams of getting rich
got me grinding like a fiend tryna get his fix
all they hustle for is clothes tryna to get a whip
these young boys think you good if you get it brick
try to tell them n-ggas chill, chill don’t pay the bills
but how you gone pay the bills if you got a will?
and how you gone feed your kids if you got a bid?
but i can’t blame them its the same sh-t that i done did
be the ones close to you wanna do the most to you
blink your eye, turn around, n-gga got the toast to you
on some rico sh-t, my n-gga’s 21 and got the rico hit
n-ggas will k!ll their own homies on some nino sh-t
for the love of the green and the american dream
for the love of the money seen hysterical things
n-ggas will serve their own moms if she ask for a beam

- meek mill

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