Meek Mill - 100 Summers lyrics
Meek Mill [Robert Rihmeek Williams] Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Meek Mill - 100 Summers lyrics]
I gotta place my rearview when I
Pull in the parking spot
'Cause where I'm from all the young
Niggas die in the parking lot
Get ten seconds on the news
They barely talk about us
You gotta watch the way you move
They'll make a target outcha
Oh, the Reaper comin', gotta keep it on me
I told my momma I won't leave her lonely
Too much drama, get these demons off me
We still at war
I got that thing in arm reach
Fuck what happened
That's what my momma told me when
They caught me with a ratchet
Rather see me in a cell than
See me in a casket
I show love to all my fans 'cause
I prevail through all this rapping, whoa
I got homies that died young and I miss 'em
Tell the truth i feel like I let 'em down
And that's word to Lil Snupe
I put diamonds in yo face so when
They see me they see you
Know they'd kill me in my hood
But I just keep on comin' through
Still wit' it
The graveyard throwing a party for
All the real niggas
They invited me, but shit I got a meal ticket
When everybody want me to get out
We gotta deal wit' it
As I walk through the valley
Of the shadow of death
I did some things that I had to regret
I seen some things I could never forget
The reaper took my homie's soul, feel
Like he after me next, oh Lord
I just wanna ball a hunnid summers
Seen too many of my dogs goin' under
How I made it out alive, sometimes I wonder
'Cause we been goin' to war since Contra
Grew up 'round them monsters they'll
Shoot you in your face
Ain't used to showin' no
Love that's 'cause we grew up in that hate
Live by the sword, die by the sword way
Tried to make it home
They shot him in the hallway
Tears on my face feel like I be cryin' blood
Momma won't see her son again
We call that blind love
I can't trust these niggas
They'll get you lined up
Tried to rob me, he got smoked for a Rollie
His time's up
You gon' be a killer or a homicide
Make your momma shed a tear
Before my momma cry was young and great
But they still smoked him at the waffle spot
Only God can judge me when I
Clutch and let that chopper rock (Brrr)
Feel this shit i wrote this in blood
This some of my realest shit
They say if he rich as fuck
Why he movin' so militant
'Cause in my hood it ain't no love
And I know what I'm dealin' wit'
As I walk through the valley
Of the shadows of death
I did some things that I had to regret
I seen some things I could never forget
The reaper took my homie's soul, feel
Like he after me next, oh Lord
I just wanna ball a hunnid summers
Seen too many of my dogs goin' under
How I made it out alive, sometimes I wonder
'Cause we been goin' to war since Contra
Oh, yeah yeah
Pull in the parking spot
'Cause where I'm from all the young
Niggas die in the parking lot
Get ten seconds on the news
They barely talk about us
You gotta watch the way you move
They'll make a target outcha
Oh, the Reaper comin', gotta keep it on me
I told my momma I won't leave her lonely
Too much drama, get these demons off me
We still at war
I got that thing in arm reach
Fuck what happened
That's what my momma told me when
They caught me with a ratchet
Rather see me in a cell than
See me in a casket
I show love to all my fans 'cause
I prevail through all this rapping, whoa
I got homies that died young and I miss 'em
Tell the truth i feel like I let 'em down
And that's word to Lil Snupe
I put diamonds in yo face so when
They see me they see you
Know they'd kill me in my hood
But I just keep on comin' through
Still wit' it
The graveyard throwing a party for
All the real niggas
They invited me, but shit I got a meal ticket
When everybody want me to get out
We gotta deal wit' it
As I walk through the valley
Of the shadow of death
I did some things that I had to regret
I seen some things I could never forget
The reaper took my homie's soul, feel
Like he after me next, oh Lord
I just wanna ball a hunnid summers
Seen too many of my dogs goin' under
How I made it out alive, sometimes I wonder
'Cause we been goin' to war since Contra
Grew up 'round them monsters they'll
Shoot you in your face
Ain't used to showin' no
Love that's 'cause we grew up in that hate
Live by the sword, die by the sword way
Tried to make it home
They shot him in the hallway
Tears on my face feel like I be cryin' blood
Momma won't see her son again
We call that blind love
I can't trust these niggas
They'll get you lined up
Tried to rob me, he got smoked for a Rollie
His time's up
You gon' be a killer or a homicide
Make your momma shed a tear
Before my momma cry was young and great
But they still smoked him at the waffle spot
Only God can judge me when I
Clutch and let that chopper rock (Brrr)
Feel this shit i wrote this in blood
This some of my realest shit
They say if he rich as fuck
Why he movin' so militant
'Cause in my hood it ain't no love
And I know what I'm dealin' wit'
As I walk through the valley
Of the shadows of death
I did some things that I had to regret
I seen some things I could never forget
The reaper took my homie's soul, feel
Like he after me next, oh Lord
I just wanna ball a hunnid summers
Seen too many of my dogs goin' under
How I made it out alive, sometimes I wonder
'Cause we been goin' to war since Contra
Oh, yeah yeah