Sameolemeek - jamesooouuu.mp3

[00:00.00] 作词 : meek mill
[00:00.15] 作曲 : meek mill
[00:00.30]The summer nights can even turn cold
[00:02.37]In the streets of Philly where fellas don't even get to turn old
[00:05.58]My heart pumping till it turn gold
[00:07.62]You fellas stuck in neutral, I'm ridin' like, "f it, it's a long road"
[00:11.07]Shit I'm the one, I'm like the lost soul
[00:13.02]In the middle with heaven and hell
[00:14.64]See fella, only god knows
[00:16.35]When your time gon' come
[00:17.85]And your eyes roll straight to the back
[00:19.89]Now you seeing all black
[00:21.24]That mac go lean and that nine go clap
[00:23.85]This that m m music to rewind you back
[00:26.46]Put that Ruger all up to you, watch your mind go splat
[00:29.49]All over the wall, fella, all over that raw
[00:31.92]It's the same 'ole Meek, still the same OG
[00:34.44]Got that crack music, listen, let your brain OD
[00:37.11]I'll be playing low key
[00:38.43]Me and one of my fellas
[00:39.72]Riding through the city, plotting on some of the fellas
[00:42.39]That be thinking they gon' get me
[00:43.86]I'mma run to you fellas
[00:45.18]And that's a couple dead bodies for a couple of fellas
[00:47.79]G'yeah, monster
[00:49.41]Sitting like a mobster
[00:50.64]Revolver on my lap
[00:51.87]Barrel full of Black Talons
[00:53.46]I lick it at your squadron
[00:54.81]Roll up, like, "Hold up"
[00:56.04]Start spitting while I'm driving
[00:57.42]Peel off then roll up, you fellas better slow up
[01:00.06]Before you bang the f out
[01:01.47]I aim, let it flame, blow your brains all the f out
[01:04.17]All over your shirt, since a youngin' I was buck wild
[01:06.78]All up in the dirt, ma screaming, "Get the f out!"
[01:09.42]North where I was raised at, South Philly I played that
[01:12.06]Wherever I'm around I hold it down like a wave cap
[01:14.85]Yeah, my fellas stay strapped
[01:16.20]Blaze and I'mma blaze back
[01:17.58]All over that yolk and get your mfing egg cracked
[01:20.19]North side - a Berks Streeta, Southside - a Eight Balla
[01:22.77]Posted by the green gate, cops come, we scrape on 'em
[01:25.47]fellas dropping tapes on 'em
[01:26.82]Trying to get us locked down
[01:28.14]Snitchin' to the district
[01:29.28]That's enough to get ya chopped down
[01:30.72]That nine perebellum, f around and get a fella momma cerebellum
[01:34.53]They ain't riding, man they tellin'
[01:35.88]I be sliding with a seven, all titanium
[01:38.85]Big boy sound, jump around when I'm flaming him
[01:41.46]Me I play my role, getting hoes like I'm Chamberlin
[01:44.07]Same one you kissed, same one that give me cranium!
[01:46.83]Every time I touch a gun, all I hear is, "Damien"
[01:49.47]Tryna pipe me up to rock a fella like-