Meek Mill, Butter Beats, Kendxll - Oodles O’ Noodles Babies lyrics
Meek Mill [Robert Rihmeek Williams] Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Meek Mill, Butter Beats, Kendxll - Oodles O’ Noodles Babies lyrics]
This shit right here for my
Oodles o' Noodles babies
His ma’ smoked the crack
While she was pregnant
So he can't even help that he crazy
He goin' to jail, it’s inevitable, forreal
I ain't have nobody to give me no hope
I hope my momma ain't doin' no coke
I used to wish that my daddy was livin'
I had a dream that I seen him as ghost
I used to act up when I went to school
Thought it was cool, but I really was hurt
Wanted my family to come to my games
My mama couldn't make it 'cause
She was at work
Lived with my grandma, she took me to church
Really no I ain't wanna go
Remember I kissed my aunt in the casket
And her forehead was cold
I was like 4 years old
We couldn’t afford no clothes
It was hand me down
Who would think a nigga get a Grammy now?
Got a black judge tryna tear me down
All this jail time probably wear me down
Turn the lights off in the bathroom
Screaming, "Bloody, Bloody
Bloody Mary" now
Havin’ nightmares about Candyman
With the tool on me like a handyman
Killed my lil' cousin, I’m like, "Damn it
Man"
Had to see the footage on a camera, man
On the pavement, with his brains out
With the white sheet, he was laid out
Wanna ask 'Ye, "Is this a choice?"
It was like this when I came out
What the fuck is you
Really complaining 'bout?
I know niggas that's never gon’ make it out
This that shit you won't see in the media
Poor get poorer and the
Rich gettin' greedier
Lot of daddies goin' back and
Forth out of jail
Lot of sons growin' up and repeating them
This the belly of the beast
You won't make it out
Man, this shit was designed just to eat us up
And my momma told, "Nigga, keep it up
You gon' end up in prison
Just sweepin' up"
Remember, nobody never believed in us
When they see us now, they
Can't believe it's us, no
I think it's funny how
We used to go to school, play SEGA's
And then, next thing you know
You runnin' 'round with Glock 40s
We ain't never believed in the police
They was shootin' us
Yeah, they called it the projects
They put us in projects
What they gon' do with us?
Can't call the cops yet
You might just get popped at
'Cause they the ones shootin' us
I'm on my mom's steps
It's like a bomb threat
The violence pursuing us
I ain't meet God yet
'Cause I'm on the block where
It's just me and Lucifer
Look what they do to us
They know we in poverty
When I went to court, the judge said, "Meek
You a menace to society"
Huh, you said, you would give
Me a chance, your honor
Why would you lie to me?
16 more years of probation, you know you
Gon' get some more time on me, huh
Whole hood goin' crazy
Babies havin' babies
She was fourteen, actin' like she eighty
Got pregnant by a nigga that was
Locked up in them cages
And the story goes on, if you make it
You amazing (Word up)
See, I got homie that's a billionaire
And I be tryin' to explain it to him like
If your mom ain't on crack or if she got
A job and she doing eight hours a day
And your daddy in the graveyard
Or in the jail cell
Who the fuck gon' babysit?
Oodles o' Noodles babies
His ma’ smoked the crack
While she was pregnant
So he can't even help that he crazy
He goin' to jail, it’s inevitable, forreal
I ain't have nobody to give me no hope
I hope my momma ain't doin' no coke
I used to wish that my daddy was livin'
I had a dream that I seen him as ghost
I used to act up when I went to school
Thought it was cool, but I really was hurt
Wanted my family to come to my games
My mama couldn't make it 'cause
She was at work
Lived with my grandma, she took me to church
Really no I ain't wanna go
Remember I kissed my aunt in the casket
And her forehead was cold
I was like 4 years old
We couldn’t afford no clothes
It was hand me down
Who would think a nigga get a Grammy now?
Got a black judge tryna tear me down
All this jail time probably wear me down
Turn the lights off in the bathroom
Screaming, "Bloody, Bloody
Bloody Mary" now
Havin’ nightmares about Candyman
With the tool on me like a handyman
Killed my lil' cousin, I’m like, "Damn it
Man"
Had to see the footage on a camera, man
On the pavement, with his brains out
With the white sheet, he was laid out
Wanna ask 'Ye, "Is this a choice?"
It was like this when I came out
What the fuck is you
Really complaining 'bout?
I know niggas that's never gon’ make it out
This that shit you won't see in the media
Poor get poorer and the
Rich gettin' greedier
Lot of daddies goin' back and
Forth out of jail
Lot of sons growin' up and repeating them
This the belly of the beast
You won't make it out
Man, this shit was designed just to eat us up
And my momma told, "Nigga, keep it up
You gon' end up in prison
Just sweepin' up"
Remember, nobody never believed in us
When they see us now, they
Can't believe it's us, no
I think it's funny how
We used to go to school, play SEGA's
And then, next thing you know
You runnin' 'round with Glock 40s
We ain't never believed in the police
They was shootin' us
Yeah, they called it the projects
They put us in projects
What they gon' do with us?
Can't call the cops yet
You might just get popped at
'Cause they the ones shootin' us
I'm on my mom's steps
It's like a bomb threat
The violence pursuing us
I ain't meet God yet
'Cause I'm on the block where
It's just me and Lucifer
Look what they do to us
They know we in poverty
When I went to court, the judge said, "Meek
You a menace to society"
Huh, you said, you would give
Me a chance, your honor
Why would you lie to me?
16 more years of probation, you know you
Gon' get some more time on me, huh
Whole hood goin' crazy
Babies havin' babies
She was fourteen, actin' like she eighty
Got pregnant by a nigga that was
Locked up in them cages
And the story goes on, if you make it
You amazing (Word up)
See, I got homie that's a billionaire
And I be tryin' to explain it to him like
If your mom ain't on crack or if she got
A job and she doing eight hours a day
And your daddy in the graveyard
Or in the jail cell
Who the fuck gon' babysit?