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点击复制100 Summers - Meek Mill
I gotta place my rear view
When I pull outta the parking lot
'Cause where I'm from all you n***as
Die in the parking lot
Get ten seconds on the news
They barely talk about us
You gotta watch the way you move
They'll make a target outchea
Oh
The Reaper comin' gotta keep it on me
I told my momma I won't leave her lonely
Too much drama get these demons off me
You still at war I got that thing in arm reach
F**k what happened
That's what my momma told me
When they caught me with the ratchet
Rather see me in a cell than see me in a casket
I show love to all my fans
'Cause I through all this rapping wo all this rapping wo
I got homies that died young
And I miss 'em tell the truth
I feel like I let 'em down
And that's word to Lil Snupe
I put diamonds in they face
So when they see me they see you
Know they'd kill me in my hoo
But I just keep on comin' through
Still wit' it
Still wit' it
The graveyard throwing
A party for all the real n***as
They invited me but s**t I got a mil ticket
When everybody want me to get out we gotta deal wit' it
Deal wit' it
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
Shadow of death
I do something that's I rather regret rather regret
I say some things I could never forget
The Reaper took my homie's soul
Feel like he after me next hol' up hol' up hol' up
I just wanna ball hunnid summers
Seen too many of my dogs goin' under
How I made it out alive sometimes I wonder
We been goin' to war since Contra since Contra
Grew up 'round them monsters
They'll shoot you in your face
Ain't used to somin' love
That's 'cause we grew up in that hate
Live by the sword die by the sword way
Tried to make it home they shot him in the hallway
Tears on my face feel like
I be cryin' blood
Momma see her son again we call that blind love
I can't trust these n***as
They'll get you lined up
Tried to rob me he got smoke
For a Rollie his time's up time's up
You gon' be a killer or a homicide homicide
Make your momma shed a tear before my momma cry
Was young and great
But they still smoked a him at the waffle spot
Only God can judge me when I clutch him
And let that chopper rock
Hruuuu
Philly s**t
Philly s**t
I wrote this in blood this some of my realest s**t
They say if he rich as f**k
Why he movin' so militant
'Cause in my hood there ain't no love
And I know what I'm dealin' wit'
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
Shadow of death
I do something that's I rather regret
I rather regret
I say some things I could never forget
The Reaper took my homie's soul
Feel like he after me next hol' up hol' up hol' up
I just wanna ball hunnid summers
Seen too many of my dogs goin' under
How I made it out alive sometimes I wonder
'Cause we been goin' to war since Contra
Since Contra since Contra since Contra since Contra
Oh yeah yeah