Meek Mill - Blue Notes 2 (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Meek Mill - Blue Notes 2 (en) Lyrics
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I'm not in competition with my homies
I'm whippin' the competition
and the Rollie
I knew my opposition never knew me
They wouldn't be opposition
if they know me
I made a proposition to my hitters
I told them to knock 'em
down if you owe me
I just be slidin' 'round,
hittin' the building
We movin' with Glock, pounds,
and them .40s
Them niggas got shot down,
we was whorin'
My homie a opp now, so we on him
I was like sixteen with the MAC on me
Deep in the field like it's Pop Warner
Where did the shit scene
niggas cracked on me
When it got real, tried
to slide on him
I made some M's, split the guys on it
We keepin' it real, niggas not
And my homie a savage, got put
in a casket, and I'm mad at
him 'cause he died on us
Just left his viewing and I told
his momma, every time that she
cry, "We gon' slide on 'em"
I look you niggas right dead
in the eye and I ain't surprised
you ain't ride for us
How would you feel if you bust some
mill' with some niggas and
they switch the side on you?
How would you feel?
When you so lit that you can't
tell if the love real
If I can't tell you nothin',
I'll tell you how Thug feel
And you ain't rich, nigga, your
stash can't pay my drug bill
Pussy (Pussy)
Nigga, this expensive pain,
pullin' an expensive Range
Neck got expensive chain
He got drug money (Yeah), that's
an expensive game (Yeah)
I got an expensive shooter (Yeah),
he got expensive aim (Yeah)
You know it's Lil Uzi (Yeah), that's
an expensive name (Yeah)
I'm goin' hard and my back
to the wall (Wall)
I was like JH, just pumpin' and
fakin' us, no way they matchin'
me off (Matchin' me off)
Who really gon' stick me if we
gettin' busy and we seein' rap
when it's bought? (Bought)
I won't even practice, I go
triple platinum and they sayin'
that was a wash, ayy
I switch my Rollie up
to a Richard Mille
In the trenches with some young nigga
Tryna tell him how this
rich shit really feel
You ain't never been in the field with
them late nights, off Benadryl With
them great whites, locked in a cell
Like Shawshank, no redemption
I was the richest nigga in the prison
I was strappin' up when
niggas wasn't ridin'
I was the richest nigga on a mission
I was motivated, I was watchin' moves
Yeah, I was the brokest
nigga, in the kitchen
I was chasin' million when
they said I couldn't
I was hard-headed, I ain't listen
Kinda glad that I never did
Now we all made it out
the trenches, yeah
All of my money is new
All of my money is blue,
riddle me this?
I'm supposed to go get money,
and keep doin' favors, and
give all my money to who?
You keep tellin' me niggas
keep tellin' you what?
Why they be runnin' to you?
And why every time niggas talk
about me and it's bad,
they keep comin' to you?
I never got that part
Nigga, know you my man
But every time you wanna
talk bad 'bout me
They come to you and you come
to me like ho ass nigga
I'll slap the shit out you, fuck it
Hunnids on hunnids on
hunnids on hunnids
My homie a opp, but he know how I rock
So you know that I'm ready,
however he comin'
We done went up on these niggas
like seventy-nothin'
They talkin' 'bout bodies,
we talkin' 'bout millions
We talkin' bout money, they
talkin' 'bout killin'
I gotta go to the bathroom as soon
as I walk in the building
You know how I'm livin'
Walkin', I'm tuckin' and
passin' the glizzy
Don't look all sensitive, you
know I ain't slippin'
Come to your trenches, it's just
me and one of my savages, nigga,
you know I ain't trippin'
I can't get extorted, I'm
ballin' like Jordan
We slidin with twenty,
we totin' and pimpin'
It's fuck what niggas think
I just be laughin' to the bank
I done pulled up with the presidential
on my wrist and this
bitch hit like Hillary
I was just in the kitchen,
whippin' Hannah Montana like
my name was Billy Ray
And I bet that I have me a hunnid
million dollars on these niggas
'fore I be twenty-eight
Love her back, when bitches
wasn't lovin' me
Twenty-thousand at best,
she ain't dubbin' me
I'm on point, ain't no bitch
out here runnin' me
Lamborghini, the same color Bumblebee
Pull up Cullinan, same
color, butter seats
In the game, ain't no young
nigga touchin' me
Yeah, she know that I'm the shit
and she know that I'm rich
Every time that I fuck, she say,
"Nut in me" (Ayy, Lil Uzi)
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