Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 100 Summers, artist - Meek Mill. Date of issue: 29.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
100 Summers |
| I gotta place my rearview when I pull in the parking spot |
| 'Cause where I’m from all the young niggas die in the parking lot |
| Get ten seconds on the news, they barely talk about us |
| You gotta watch the way you move, they’ll make a target outcha |
| Oh, the Reaper comin', gotta keep it on me |
| I told my momma I won’t leave her lonely |
| Too much drama, get these demons off me |
| We still at war, I got that thing in arm reach |
| Fuck what happened |
| That’s what my momma told me when they caught me with a ratchet |
| Rather see me in a cell than see me in a casket |
| I show love to all my fans 'cause I prevail through all this rapping, whoa |
| I got homies that died young and I miss 'em, tell the truth |
| I feel like I let 'em down and that’s word to Lil Snupe |
| I put diamonds in yo face so when they see me they see you |
| Know they’d kill me in my hood, but I just keep on comin' through |
| Still wit' it, the graveyard throwing a party for all the real niggas |
| They invited me, but shit I got a meal ticket |
| When everybody want me to get out we gotta deal wit' it |
| As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death |
| I did some things that I had to regret |
| I seen some things I could never forget |
| The reaper took my homie’s soul, feel like he after me next, oh Lord |
| I just wanna ball a hunnid summers |
| Seen too many of my dogs goin' under |
| How I made it out alive, sometimes I wonder |
| 'Cause we been goin' to war since Contra |
| Grew up 'round them monsters they’ll shoot you in your face |
| Ain’t used to showin' no love that’s 'cause we grew up in that hate |
| Live by the sword, die by the sword way |
| Tried to make it home, they shot him in the hallway |
| Tears on my face feel like I be cryin' blood |
| Momma won’t see her son again, we call that blind love |
| I can’t trust these niggas, they’ll get you lined up |
| Tried to rob me, he got smoked for a Rollie, his time’s up |
| You gon' be a killer or a homicide |
| Make your momma shed a tear before my momma cry |
| Was young and great, but they still smoked him at the waffle spot |
| Only God can judge me when I clutch and let that chopper rock (Brrr) |
| Feel this shit |
| I wrote this in blood, this some of my realest shit |
| They say if he rich as fuck, why he movin' so militant |
| 'Cause in my hood it ain’t no love and I know what I’m dealin' wit' |
| As I walk through the valley of the shadows of death |
| I did some things that I had to regret |
| I seen some things I could never forget |
| The reaper took my homie’s soul, feel like he after me next, oh Lord |
| I just wanna ball a hunnid summers |
| Seen too many of my dogs goin' under |
| How I made it out alive, sometimes I wonder |
| 'Cause we been goin' to war since Contra |
| Oh, yeah yeah |