Meek Mill, The Game - The Soundtrack lyrics
Meek Mill [Robert Rihmeek Williams] Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Meek Mill, The Game - The Soundtrack lyrics]
Politics as usual
Them palm trees is beautiful
Crack rock lingerin'
Fiends suckin' they cuticles
Wear the wrong colors 'round here
Niggas is shootin' you
Niggas workin' out in them pens
Stuck in they cubicles
Nigga, you killin' who? Street shit
Me and Meek shit
Fuck with him
Fuck around and be your funeral
(Have your momma ten and two
With my homies spinnin' through
Drive-by, layin' side by side
As they viewin' you
Ha, cause you will ride for your nigga
Right?
Now with hearses side by side
With your nigga right
Cause it been plenty nights I barely
Made it through this life
Niggas want to snatch my soul from
Me like I'm Jesus Christ)
Compton, California
Come and see what my city like
(Babies losin' hope when they see
They momma hit the pipe)
Rosecrans (Berks Street) , niggas tryin' to murk me
(God, it hit me first, G)
This right here the soundtrack to
A real nigga life
(Comin' from a city where
They kill niggas like)
"La da da, la da da"
The soundtrack to a real nigga life
(Comin' from a city where
They kill niggas like)
"La da da, la da da"
Uh, my dog doin' life
Cause he ain't had no safety
Like the Rams' secondary
And he come out in 2060, Nevuary
Never scared
(Cause I got real niggas everywhere
That'll cut your life short
Like it's February
Killer Cali, where them burnouts is necessary
'Specially when the feds is
Tappin' phones like secretaries
Shit real like 2Pac's obituary
Kill him, B.I.G. too
But they memory legendary)
And where I'm from
You get murdered like hereditary
They killed my homie
We came back like it was January
The first nigga aimin' to murk, nigga
Fuck your chain, want your shoes
Your jean and your shirt
Nigga
Cause it's cold out
Fuck your concert cause you sold out
Your dad didn't teach you all that
Shit you sing that song 'bout
So what you talkin' about?
(Absolutely nothin', they ain't us
Meek, fuck 'em
Cause)
From Philly to Compton, nigga
I fell in love with these streets
I lost my niggas too
But I'll be damned I'll let one
Of you niggas take my life
Meek, tell 'em that I'm back
On my grizzly though
Most these rappers' life is like
A fuckin' Miguel video
Compton killed eight of my niggas
But that's my city though
Yeah, we movin' birds
But we throw 'em like a Frisbee though
Niggas sellin' flat-screens
Sixty-inch VIZIOs
Blow on a stone, smokin' chronic on commodes
Listenin' to Hov like "I got
To get my weight up"
The system was made to break us
But they can't take us
No
And I know they hate us though
Cause we really made it though
Ballin' like we Jordan, niggas shootin'
Try and fade me though
O.G. Bobby Johnson, .44 with the potato nose
Turn you mashed potato, bro
But it's all gravy though
I done been to church to mosque
It couldn't save me though
Shit, I got to save myself before
I try to save a ho
Fuck your role model
It was gold bottles after the gold hollows
Them palm trees is beautiful
Crack rock lingerin'
Fiends suckin' they cuticles
Wear the wrong colors 'round here
Niggas is shootin' you
Niggas workin' out in them pens
Stuck in they cubicles
Nigga, you killin' who? Street shit
Me and Meek shit
Fuck with him
Fuck around and be your funeral
(Have your momma ten and two
With my homies spinnin' through
Drive-by, layin' side by side
As they viewin' you
Ha, cause you will ride for your nigga
Right?
Now with hearses side by side
With your nigga right
Cause it been plenty nights I barely
Made it through this life
Niggas want to snatch my soul from
Me like I'm Jesus Christ)
Compton, California
Come and see what my city like
(Babies losin' hope when they see
They momma hit the pipe)
Rosecrans (Berks Street) , niggas tryin' to murk me
(God, it hit me first, G)
This right here the soundtrack to
A real nigga life
(Comin' from a city where
They kill niggas like)
"La da da, la da da"
The soundtrack to a real nigga life
(Comin' from a city where
They kill niggas like)
"La da da, la da da"
Uh, my dog doin' life
Cause he ain't had no safety
Like the Rams' secondary
And he come out in 2060, Nevuary
Never scared
(Cause I got real niggas everywhere
That'll cut your life short
Like it's February
Killer Cali, where them burnouts is necessary
'Specially when the feds is
Tappin' phones like secretaries
Shit real like 2Pac's obituary
Kill him, B.I.G. too
But they memory legendary)
And where I'm from
You get murdered like hereditary
They killed my homie
We came back like it was January
The first nigga aimin' to murk, nigga
Fuck your chain, want your shoes
Your jean and your shirt
Nigga
Cause it's cold out
Fuck your concert cause you sold out
Your dad didn't teach you all that
Shit you sing that song 'bout
So what you talkin' about?
(Absolutely nothin', they ain't us
Meek, fuck 'em
Cause)
From Philly to Compton, nigga
I fell in love with these streets
I lost my niggas too
But I'll be damned I'll let one
Of you niggas take my life
Meek, tell 'em that I'm back
On my grizzly though
Most these rappers' life is like
A fuckin' Miguel video
Compton killed eight of my niggas
But that's my city though
Yeah, we movin' birds
But we throw 'em like a Frisbee though
Niggas sellin' flat-screens
Sixty-inch VIZIOs
Blow on a stone, smokin' chronic on commodes
Listenin' to Hov like "I got
To get my weight up"
The system was made to break us
But they can't take us
No
And I know they hate us though
Cause we really made it though
Ballin' like we Jordan, niggas shootin'
Try and fade me though
O.G. Bobby Johnson, .44 with the potato nose
Turn you mashed potato, bro
But it's all gravy though
I done been to church to mosque
It couldn't save me though
Shit, I got to save myself before
I try to save a ho
Fuck your role model
It was gold bottles after the gold hollows