Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Meadowview Morning , by - Jr & Ph7. Release date: 23.07.2015
Song language: English
Meadowview Morning |
| Intro: Yea. |
| Shots Firing, police sirens, ain’t no sunshine over here no more man |
| Just a Meadowview Morning, my life. |
| Thank god for another 24 |
| Verse 1: |
| Wake up to a gunshot banging another south sac alarm clock |
| Cops said be on watch, have an alarm stocked |
| Have a tre-arm cocked, gotta stay on top |
| Whoever call shots, i’m tryna ball block that nigga |
| And fuck a tassel and a cap nigga |
| Im under qualified simply as a black nigga |
| Cocaine, fast women, money the crack, liquor |
| It’s what i see the definition of a cap twister |
| 20 miles southbound they see a crime say its that nigga |
| Out here nobody got yo back nigga |
| Its a wonder i made it out at all |
| That music i’m making i guess if you spit it somebody gone play it |
| Im celebrating Cause we half made it |
| Thinking bout all of my niggas locked down waiting |
| And my uncle just got out, block gettin hot out |
| My mind gettin' thick i think i’m Finna lick a shot out |
| Chorus: |
| Open my window blinds to crime meadowview morning |
| Good morning |
| Meadowview Morning, Good Morning |
| Open my window Blinds to crime Meadoview Morning x2 |
| Verse 2: |
| Granddad used to stay on Tamoshanter |
| Right around that time a little nigga pulled a hammer |
| Knew that he was bluffin' didn’t even throw my hands up (yea) |
| It was nothin' but what if it was something? |
| A different time a few years before Columbine |
| School Fights never lead to mufuckas dying |
| A little older now my dudes the one holding iron |
| And we fuckin riding, through the sea Poseidon |
| Fila Got caught up they bout to second strike 'em |
| He got three sons, bout to be just like him |
| Criminal minded, with no soul inside em |
| Raised em like little brothers i slowly watch them dying |
| Finally believing in fate, its powerful |
| Pay attention the choices you make |
| You’ll get carried away getting carried away |
| And i just lost my grandfather no burial date |
| Another Sacramento morning its all in a day |
| Chorus: X2 |
| Verse 3: This what i seen |
| Dope spot around the block from the elementary |
| Evidently we was causin' problems standing in the parking lot |
| Cops said i don’t give a fuck if you smart or not |
| All up in my neck and my chest like a halter top |
| Old lady screamed out You oughta stop |
| Its just discrimination we saw a lot |
| Out here the bigs and the big timers call the shots |
| You either hugging the block or gettin' fucked in the lock-down |
| 2 shots out somebody fell out |
| They used to be boys but a broad made em fell out |
| Nowadays how long you’ll live can’t tell |
| If you make it past 20 not staying in the jail house |
| If you make it off to college off a scholarship or Pell grant |
| Hard to catch like the mail man |
| Most of my niggas sell yams |
| And i’ll be damned if im doing school all over again |
| Chrous: x2 |
| END |