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Flamers 3: The Real
by
Meek Mill
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How my mom gone pay the bills when these jobs ain't hiring? Metal keep firing, the hood's getting tiresome (x2) Why the fuck you think I go so hard when I'm writing it? Tryna feed the kids, the narcs striking us like lighting My young boy 17 took a 20 to 40 By the time he do that 20, my youngin' be 40 Called me yesterday, told me he pleaded, they caught him Couldn't beat it, co-defendants was telling our lawyer I don't spit for the kids, spit it how it is Why would I tell you something different? this is how I live How I came up junkies shooting their brains up Niggas letting them things bust all over the same stuff Heard the nigga killed my dad still walk in these streets So what the fuck you think gone happen he walk into me? Walk into murder, Glock walking the 33 Cause when that nigga kill my pop it's like he murdered me Upstate nightmares dreams of getting rich Got me grinding like a fiend tryna get his fix All they hustle for is clothes tryna to get a whip These young boys think you good if you get it brick Try to tell them niggas chill, chill don't pay the bills But how you gone pay the bills if you got a will? And how you gone feed your kids if you got a bid? But I can't blame them its the same shit that I done did Be the ones close to you wanna do the most to you Blink your eye, turn around, nigga got the toast to you On some Rico shit, my nigga's 21 and got the Rico hit Niggas will kill their own homies on some Nino shit For the love of the green and the American dream For the love of the money seen hysterical things Niggas will serve their own moms if she ask for a beam
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