Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Slippin , by - Meek Mill. Song from the album Cream, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 09.07.2015
Record label: Velocity
Song language: English
Slippin |
| I’m slippin', I’m fallin' |
| I gotta get up |
| I’m slippin', I’m fallin' |
| I can’t get up |
| But I’m slippin', I’m fallin' |
| I gotta get up |
| I’m slippin', I was fallin' |
| Yeah I bet I’ll get up |
| I’m slippin', I’m fallin' |
| I know I’m gettin' up |
| I’m slippin', I’m fallin' |
| I better get up |
| But I’m slippin', I’m fallin' |
| I gotta get up |
| Use that money for motivation |
| Them same ones that came up with me hatin' |
| When money talkin', it can change a conversation |
| They’d rather see me locked in shackles, watch me take off |
| I’m dedicated, but I’m runnin' out of patience |
| Hopin' these pain pills take away frustration |
| We drinkin' lean and pourin' up until the eighth gone |
| On medication, me and Satan conversatin' |
| Okay that lean had me slippin', damn dawg you trippin' |
| Had to tell my niggas and stay focused on the mission |
| Now we at the Grammys, started in the kitchen |
| And I brought the family, fuck them other niggas |
| Cause ain’t nobody listen when I told 'em I would blow |
| Now the VIP be crowded every city that I go |
| Shorty said she like my style, I be thinkin', «Yeah I know» |
| Would’ve never gave me play back in the day when I was broke |
| So I ball hard, post it on the 'Gram just to motivate 'em |
| When you’re gettin' money, niggas' broke, they supposed to hate it |
| Hurt my heart when I seen my closest homie caught the vapors |
| Gotta watch 'em closely, backstabbers didn’t poke me |
| Shot me, brought me down on my knees, tried to Derrick Rose me |
| Won 'em a ring, still did me like I was Kobe |
| Talked down on me when they thought that I slipped |
| You niggas crazy if you thought I would quit, no! |
| Use that money for motivation |
| Them same ones that came up with me hatin' |
| When money talkin', it can change a conversation |
| They’d rather see me locked in shackles, watch me take off |
| I’m dedicated, but I’m runnin' out of patience |
| Hopin' these pain pills take away frustration |
| We drinkin' lean and pourin' up until the 8th gone |
| On medication, me and Satan conversatin' |
| Yo, bein' broke is so embarrassin', got sick of wastin' time |
| I took some packages to Maryland |
| Me and Leek, couple pounds of tree in the caravan |
| Before I ever wrote a rhyme, I had a scam |
| Might have been young, but I had a plan |
| I wanted designer clothes |
| Pooch was in the kitchen with a lot of coke |
| I wanted this money since a snotty nose |
| We was in the staircase, watchin' fiends driftin' off |
| Now it’s Teterboro flyin' private jets, liftin' off |
| Tell the pilot I just need to know when we about to land |
| I was watchin' Ds sendin' out them vans |
| Stashed a couple pieces in my Nike sock |
| Never could I like a cop |
| My man ain’t know his mother used to like to cop |
| Damn, homie |
| A Cuban chain and a Rollie’ll make your man switch |
| Same one you flipped grams with and split your sandwich |
| Meek told me just get this money and motivate 'em |
| It’s no debatin', if you broke we ain’t got no relation |
| Harlem! |
| Use that money for motivation |
| Them same ones that came up with me hatin' |
| When money talkin', it can change a conversation |
| They’d rather see me locked in shackles, watch me take off |
| I’m dedicated, but I’m runnin' out of patience |
| Hopin' these pain pills take away frustration |
| We drinkin' lean and pourin' up until the 8th gone |
| On medication, me and Satan conversatin' |