| Intro: Yea. |
| Shots Firing, police sirens, ain’t no sunshine over here no more man
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| Just a Meadowview Morning, my life. |
| Thank god for another 24
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| Verse 1:
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| Wake up to a gunshot banging another south sac alarm clock
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| Cops said be on watch, have an alarm stocked
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| Have a tre-arm cocked, gotta stay on top
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| Whoever call shots, i’m tryna ball block that nigga
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| And fuck a tassel and a cap nigga
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| Im under qualified simply as a black nigga
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| Cocaine, fast women, money the crack, liquor
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| It’s what i see the definition of a cap twister
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| 20 miles southbound they see a crime say its that nigga
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| Out here nobody got yo back nigga
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| Its a wonder i made it out at all
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| That music i’m making i guess if you spit it somebody gone play it
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| Im celebrating Cause we half made it
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| Thinking bout all of my niggas locked down waiting
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| And my uncle just got out, block gettin hot out
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| My mind gettin' thick i think i’m Finna lick a shot out
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| Chorus:
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| Open my window blinds to crime meadowview morning
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| Good morning
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| Meadowview Morning, Good Morning
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| Open my window Blinds to crime Meadoview Morning x2
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| Verse 2:
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| Granddad used to stay on Tamoshanter
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| Right around that time a little nigga pulled a hammer
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| Knew that he was bluffin' didn’t even throw my hands up (yea)
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| It was nothin' but what if it was something?
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| A different time a few years before Columbine
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| School Fights never lead to mufuckas dying
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| A little older now my dudes the one holding iron
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| And we fuckin riding, through the sea Poseidon
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| Fila Got caught up they bout to second strike 'em
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| He got three sons, bout to be just like him
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| Criminal minded, with no soul inside em
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| Raised em like little brothers i slowly watch them dying
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| Finally believing in fate, its powerful
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| Pay attention the choices you make
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| You’ll get carried away getting carried away
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| And i just lost my grandfather no burial date
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| Another Sacramento morning its all in a day
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| Chorus: X2
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| Verse 3: This what i seen
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| Dope spot around the block from the elementary
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| Evidently we was causin' problems standing in the parking lot
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| Cops said i don’t give a fuck if you smart or not
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| All up in my neck and my chest like a halter top
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| Old lady screamed out You oughta stop
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| Its just discrimination we saw a lot
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| Out here the bigs and the big timers call the shots
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| You either hugging the block or gettin' fucked in the lock-down
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| 2 shots out somebody fell out
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| They used to be boys but a broad made em fell out
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| Nowadays how long you’ll live can’t tell
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| If you make it past 20 not staying in the jail house
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| If you make it off to college off a scholarship or Pell grant
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| Hard to catch like the mail man
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| Most of my niggas sell yams
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| And i’ll be damned if im doing school all over again
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| Chrous: x2
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| END |