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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Meek Mill
Vocals
Mother's Finest
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Antonio Jimenez
Songwriter
Skip Scarborough
Songwriter
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
James "Jayme Be" Belt
Engineer
William "Bilz" Dougan
Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Mixing Engineer
Butterbeats
Producer
Anthony Cruz
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
This shit right here for my Oodles and Noodles babies
His mom was smokin' crack while she was pregnant, so he can't even help that he crazy
He goin' to jail, it's inevitable, for real
[Verse 1]
I ain't have nobody to give me no hope
I hope my mama 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 know I didn't want to go
Remember I kissed my aunt in her casket and her forehead was cold
I was like four years old
We couldn't afford no clothes
[Verse 2]
It was hand me down
Who would think a **** 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
Screamin', "Bloody, Bloody, Bloody Mary now"
Havin' nightmares about Candyman
With the tool on me like a handyman
Killed my little cousin, I'm like, "Damn it, man"
Had to see the footage on a camera, man
[Verse 3]
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 complainin' 'bout?
I know **** thats 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 daddys goin' back and forth out of jail
Lot of sons growin' up and repeatin' 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 me, "****, keep it up
You gon' end up in prison just sweepin' up"
Remember nobody never believed in us
When they see us now, man they can't believe it's us, no
[Bridge]
I think it's funny how, we used to go to school, play SEGAs
And then next thing you know, you runnin' around with Glock .40s
We ain't never believe in the police, they was shootin' us
[Verse 4]
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 get just popped at, 'cause they the ones shootin' us
I'm on my moms steps, it's like a bomb threat, the violence pursuin' us
I ain't meet God yet 'cause I'm on a 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 tell me, "Meek, you a menace to society", huh
You said you'd give me a chance, your honor, why would you lie to me?
Sixteen 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 ****, that was locked up in them cages
And the story goes on, if you make it you amazin', word up
[Outro]
See I got a homie that's a billionaire
And I be tryna explain it to him, like
If your mom ain't on crack or if she got a job and she doin' eight hours a day
And your daddy in the graveyard or in the jail cell
Who the fuck gon' baby sit?
Written by: Antonio Jimenez, Meek Mill, Skip Scarborough