Lyrics
R.I.P. to my lil' **** Snupe
(Rest in peace to a real ****)
Yeah, we the realest **** in this shit
'Porting live out of Philly
Young **** loved poppin' bad bitches and wheelies
And I'm talkin' all this money
Now this **** can't feel me
Money long, team strong
So these **** can't kill me, ah
(Gangsta)
I get a rush from this lifestyle
Solid gold presidential with the ice dial
When the chasers in the building turn the lights down
'Cause e'ry single **** with me gon' be iced out
Glock .40, living life wild
I go to court for probation and looking like trial
The D.A. told me she want a **** but right now
I'm living better than ever, I'm thinking like, "how?"
Is it the money, is it the cars?
Is it the way a **** living that took me this far?
But still they want me with the sins
And give me them bars
They lock a **** in the dark I still look like a star
I shine, I grind harder, I'm working my mind smarter
I take care of my grandmomma
My momma, my mom's daughter
They telling me I ain't shit, I made it for my father
I just hope you pray for me, matter fact sing for me
Lil Snupe, they killed my lil' **** Snupe
My lil' **** was the truth
And all he wanted was a coupe
All he wanted was a coupe
So what's a **** s'posed to do?
Tell 'em put the guns down or tell these lil' **** shoot?
'Cause they'll do the same to me
Do the same shit to you
And all these **** in my roof
That's why I got a bulletproof
And as I'm rolling through my city
**** all I see is murder
Ain't nobody seen it but shit, errybody heard it
And ain't nobody hiring so errybody serving
And all this gunfire and shit errybody merkin'
Better get a strap
Young **** selling 'caine just to get it back
And they busting out them things 'til they sittin' back
And if a **** hit my homie, we gon' hit him back
And if you send him over here
Know we gon' send him back
My flow iller, I came up from dope dealing
I been said I would make it, they telling me no
**** these voices all in my head
Just telling me go get it
I came up on four wheelers, bananas and gorillas
Through the jungle where killers rumble
And errybody perish
Realest **** in it no comparison
And they got the nerve to tell me that I'm arrogant
But what the fuck, I'm young black
I made it in America
So I'ma ball harder than the muhfucking Carters
Beyonce and Shawn, arm bluer than their daughter
Maneuver through the water
Like a shark that's on a dolphin
**** darker, in a coffin devil on us
Get him off us, ha!
I can look at your homies and tell you foul, dawg
Leaning with your left but you still a southpaw
Be the same **** that'll take you out, dawg
Leaving **** hungry
But you eating Mr. Chow's, dawg?
Where the love at?
Where the love at?
I'd give up all this money to get lil' cuz back
Just for my ****, go starving
Like, where the grub at?
Give up the fame, start over and get my buzz back
Do it again, murder his killer, him and his friend
Put the arena, step on stage, kill him again
Look at the stands, the fans coming, filling them in
To give my **** a chance, see him winnin' again
Snupe, they killed my lil' **** Snupe
My lil' **** was the truth
And all he wanted was a coupe
All he wanted was a coupe
So what's a **** s'posed to do?
Tell 'em put the guns down or tell these lil' **** shoot?
'Cause they'll do the same to me
Do the same shit to you
And all these **** in my roof
That's why I got a bulletproof
Real **** for life
(Gangsta Grizzy)
Real **** for life
Real **** for life
They killed my lil' **** Snupe
They killed my lil' **** Snupe
I mean ****, we gettin' down
This my first time ever in a Bentley
Just think about your first time in a Bentley
Meek Mill just put on the instrumental, bam!
You like, "Wreck that bitch", we ridin' through Philly
In a Bentley like, wreck that bitch
We going like, ten, fifteen minutes strong
He's a hard head Snupe
I'ma finna change yo' muhfuckin' life
(Life, life, life, life)
Written by: Meek Mill