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meekmel - try seventeen lyrics

(angry mum yelling)

[verse 1]
grindin’ erry-day, can tell that’s what we made for
why be broke; make this paper, what’s the wait for
feel like i been here before; no debates or
i should take a seat back and hope that i never age more
stuck on my four-poster, play me the lazy song
type of money yeen’ do sh-t and spend in tons
feel like i miss those happy days, guess my timing’s wrong
they say meek too young for this then i ask when the time gon’ come
yo jesus! see what bars done made me become
rapg*nius! with my team i’m history that’s begun
most-dope freestyle. . live on itunes store
flows too smart, i think y’all gonna need a tutor
dad was a lie, he prolly had a two-tone
until i’m finished, i’m never walking in no shoe store
until we make ’em, we we keeping it 100 . . . no stop!
until i’m heard, imma keep screaming to tha’ rooftop
a n-gga want that type of money falling like leaves from a loquat
ice on my wrist; partying with iced champagne we bout to pop
only f-cks with real n-ggas, no broke n-ggas
i’ain’t joking when i’m tryna be the goat n-gga!
haha! i’m talking “greatest of all times”
new york times! listen to these new york rhymes
new york’s mine; n-gga with a new york mind
pick-up lines, you know we be pushing dimes
cyber-crimes . . . you know i don’t give a d-mn!
high-roller! in this game you know that we tha’ champ
street n-ggas . . . hustle’s only thing we understand
doing overtime, tryna’ raise me 50grands
my mind’s made up. no pain a n-gga can’t withstand
on the road, be it smooth or a quicksand
f-ck y’all! this a’int no f-cking reprimand
sold out! i bet the streets making more demands
i’ont like you man! shoutout to my big-mummy
seventeen! only care bout the green money

[interlude]
..only care about the green money (x2)
that’s why we hustlin’ everywhere we go
yo flamez! take this sh-t back!

[hook]
• 1-2 . . get this money, ain’t giving no f-cks, worried bout’ nothing
we bout’ that life, yeah we bout’ that lean . . all this talk bout’ rap,i’m the greatest ever seen
• 1-2 . . get these benjis, ain’t giving no f-cks, worried bout’ nothing. sh-t’s taking too long, can’t wait forever . . try seventeen! n-gga . . . . you know we gettin’ better

[verse 2]
money! money! all a n-gga cared about
we was young, ill lucks . . money going out
money going out, grindin’s still paramount
running round, still puttin’ on gold wrap-arounds
this a rap game, we headed for the battleground
when them cops show, you know its a underground
show up! chasing n-ggas with a greyhound
tall black n-gga, born and birthed in the west-bound
we hardly home but we reppin’ to the fullest
like the trill-matic, shawty you know i’m the illest
protest! the only way a n-gga gon’ eat
never going broke . . i mean i’m never going off-beat
tryna raise a home, you know we never taking backseats
this tha’ life we chose, you know we stuntin’ doing back-flips
stooop! (yeeeeeaah!) that’s ma ad-lib
mdg! ain’t n0body f-ckin’ with’ma clique

[hook]

[outro: lil’ saint & meek]
1-2 get these benjis, ain’t giving no f-cks, worried bout’ nothing
sh-t’s taking too long, can’t wait forever . . try seventeen! i prolly sound like lisa. whatever! yeeeaah! hahaha!
(get outta here saints)

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