This is my blues
'Cause I'm back back down on my own again
This is the blue I'm playing
Yea it's a fine ol' thing
When the night is cold and lonely
[Meek Mill]
Wasn't the money that made me a savage
Popping them Percs and I made it a habit
Toting them pistols and severing them addicts
That was exciting to me
Was so excited to be
Started with nothing we had to inspire to be
n*ggas ain't flyer then me
I'm getting to it
Feel like the man, I got the plan
I got lil shooters they out with the band
Play with the squad get popped like a Xan
Popped like a Perc I'm going HAM
I'm going crazy on n*ggas, too for n*ggas
Do magic like a-la-kazaam
In the kitchen cook pots and a birdie
Take it out Atlanta and sell it for thirty
Then straight to the jeweler
I'm flexing a Rollie
To light up the city like Meechie on three
I got the plug you send 'em all three
Don't know these n*ggas these n*ggas know me
Even old n*ggas they call me OG
Young n*ggas but i put it down
We was on it when it wasn't 'round
Stay over there my g
[Meek Mill]
Do me a favor
Take a few steps back
And look at yourself
Matter fact, take yourself out your body... and then look at yourself
And see how you playing yourself
Congratulations
It's the motherf*ckin' Chasers
You feel me
[Meek Mill]
Gave you the plug
Tried to be real with some n*ggas
And put 'em on money and show 'em some love
You did me a favor, I knew you was sheisty
I knew you would show who you was
It's only a matter of time 'fore n*ggas get lying
And get hit with them slugs
Get found in a pool of your blood
Yeah n*gga
'Member they told me that we'll fail
'Member they said that we'll see a cell
Down with that semi like Cam Newton
I'm in the field like the NFL
n*ggas is sick and I wish 'em well
I made a wish in a wishing well
I put a brick in a wishing well
Been through some sh*t and I'm sick of jail
No diesease but I'm sick of cells
Sick and tired of sending n*ggas mail
Calling n*ggas just to get bail
I just seen a n*gga get a L
Never coming home, minute on the phone
Sick and tired of seeing n*ggas fail
Sick and tired of seeing n*ggas lose
Sinning like we tryna get to hell
This is my blues
'Cause I'm back back down on my own again
This is the blue I'm playing
Yea it's a fine ol' thing
When the night is cold and lonely
[Meek Mill]
Wasn't the money that made me a savage
Popping them Percs and I made it a habit
Toting them pistols and severing them addicts
That was exciting to me
Was so excited to be
Started with nothing we had to inspire to be
n*ggas ain't flyer then me
I'm getting to it
Feel like the man, I got the plan
I got lil shooters they out with the band
Play with the squad get popped like a Xan
Popped like a Perc I'm going HAM
I'm going crazy on n*ggas, too for n*ggas
Do magic like a-la-kazaam
In the kitchen cook pots and a birdie
Take it out Atlanta and sell it for thirty
Then straight to the jeweler
I'm flexing a Rollie
To light up the city like Meechie on three
I got the plug you send 'em all three
Don't know these n*ggas these n*ggas know me
Even old n*ggas they call me OG
Young n*ggas but i put it down
We was on it when it wasn't 'round
Stay over there my g
[Meek Mill]
Do me a favor
Take a few steps back
And look at yourself
Matter fact, take yourself out your body... and then look at yourself
And see how you playing yourself
Congratulations
It's the motherf*ckin' Chasers
You feel me
[Meek Mill]
Gave you the plug
Tried to be real with some n*ggas
And put 'em on money and show 'em some love
You did me a favor, I knew you was sheisty
I knew you would show who you was
It's only a matter of time 'fore n*ggas get lying
And get hit with them slugs
Get found in a pool of your blood
Yeah n*gga
'Member they told me that we'll fail
'Member they said that we'll see a cell
Down with that semi like Cam Newton
I'm in the field like the NFL
n*ggas is sick and I wish 'em well
I made a wish in a wishing well
I put a brick in a wishing well
Been through some sh*t and I'm sick of jail
No diesease but I'm sick of cells
Sick and tired of sending n*ggas mail
Calling n*ggas just to get bail
I just seen a n*gga get a L
Never coming home, minute on the phone
Sick and tired of seeing n*ggas fail
Sick and tired of seeing n*ggas lose
Sinning like we tryna get to hell
This is my blues
'Cause I'm back down on my own again
This is the blues I'm playing
Yea it's a fine ol' thing
When the nights are cold and lonely
This is my midnight blues