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letra de king - meek mill

[intro]
n-gg-s tried to crucify me
we ain’t never gon’ stop
we come from the motherf-cking dirt, you can’t bury me, n-gg-

[verse 1]
‘member n-gg-s tried to bury me
kept it real, now they mad at me
thought the memes would embarr-ss me
but i done really been through tragedy
middle of the jungle where the k!llers rumble
hold the chopper up with accuracy
knock the power out his battery
make his mama feel the agony
when it’s beef, who gon’ really ride?
play it neutral, n-gg- switchin’ sides
n-gg-s worser than these ho b-tches
they don’t really know whose d-ck to ride
in the bentley with the stick inside
i can’t live my life in the field
gotta pay the lights and the bills
i ain’t got time for a cell
they threw the book at the kid (the kid)
you really can look what they did (they did)
that sh-t just made me a monster
i took the book and i ran
i got n-gg-s takin’ real l’s
gave ’em life and they booked in the fed
i put a stack on their phone
i fill their books up with bread
oodles and noodles for breakfast
made me so young and so reckless
came up and they ain’t distracting
i’m ’bout to teach ’em a lesson
i’m the one that taught the youngins
when you come from nothin’, n-gg-s gon’ respect you (they did)
from the muscle, now we flexin’
f-ck it up and then we exit

[hook]
they know i’ma ride for this sh-t
they know i’ma die for this sh-t
i had to get me some money (some money)
and i put the squad on this sh-t (i did)
remember they said i would lose (remember?)
them n-gg-s was poppin’ and sh-t (they what?)
so f-ck ’em, we breaking the rules (rules)
i’m like lebron in this sh-t
ho!

[verse 2]
came back off of three to one (three to one)
who thought that i’d be the one? (who?)
in the dungeons i can see the sun
heard ’em comin’, they ain’t even come (p-ssy)
i put fear in these n-gg-s’ heart (p-ss-es)
i can hear when these n-gg-s talk (p-ss-es)
i can hear when they hatin’ on me (p-ss-es)
still playin’ with a bigger heart (ho)
f-ck it, i’ma take the high road (high road)
k!ll these n-gg-s with my eyes closed
i was countin’ with my vatos
wrap the chicken like a gyro
i’ve been trappin’ since like ’05
gettin’ it and duckin’ 5-0
they ain’t even never see the paper
that’s dorito, paper, boy that’s nachos
on the ‘gram, like it lit (you ain’t lit)
punch your man, he’s a snitch (you a rat)
put some money on a n-gg- head
last time i made a hit (bad)
i’ve been chillin’ tryna get the bread
try play me like vic (suckers!)
did him dirty out the rip (prrrr)
i ain’t even wanna trip (ho)
bullet holes in your car door (car door)
just to let you know the war is on (war is on)
in my hood it’s like a warzone (yeah)
n-gg-s really gettin’ sparked on (yeah)
young n-gg- tryna make it out (make it out)
used to have to get our starve on
rags to riches to the baddest b-tches
now i’m pullin’ wraiths with the stars on

- meek mill

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