Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Meadowview Morning, artist - Jr & Ph7.
Date of issue: 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 |
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