Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stay Woke, artist - Meek Mill. Album song Legends of the Summer, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.07.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Maybach
Song language: English
Stay Woke |
How I keep from going under? |
It’s like a jungle outside |
Sometimes I wonder |
How I keep from going under |
We scream, «Black Lives Matter,"but we still toting ladders |
Watching our own brothers trying to get at us |
Dreams get shattered when a scene full of crackers |
And they charge you with some shit you ain’t do |
You like what happen |
We go get lawyers to say shit, we don’t know how to talk |
They told us to hate each other before we learn how to walk |
Momma taught you how to fight, fight, before she taught you how to write, write |
And daddy locked down in the cell, can’t kiss you night, night |
Ma, she’s under the bed every night, feel like it’s fright night |
Coke fumes in the air, mama holding on that pipe tight |
And you catching contact, but never mind that |
In a world where Black is wrong and white right |
It’s like a combat, we go to war for our freedom, they say we equal |
I used to wanna play like Randall and be an Eagle |
I used to play the quarterback, my dog would go receiver |
That was 'til ball got flat by a dope needle on the pavement |
It’s amazing, this environment we was raised in |
On them papers, one mistake and getting caged in |
You gotta feel me, feel like the system trying to kill me |
Got arrested and the charges F1 for popping wheelies, stay woke |
It was designed for us to fail |
Still prevail through the hell |
Though it was designed for us to lose |
To make it through nothing’s impossible |
Believe it we’re still undefeated |
Picture me ten years younger with some tats on my face |
Taking a bunch of Xannys with the strap on my waist |
Pointing at the camera like mama ain’t teach me manners |
Moving a little rock like I’m heading to Alabama, no, wait |
I can’t judge them, I’m just trying to understand them |
Cause I used to pop Percs, pouring purple in my Phantom |
Had me swerving in my Phantom like I’m running from my dreams |
I was heading for the slammer, I was planting all the seed for them to bury me |
I had my whole family mad at me |
Feel deep in love with the game and it married me |
Judge said, «I'll give you a chance, just don’t embarrass me» |
Motivating these little niggas is like a charity |
Community service even though they knew we was working |
They did this to me on purpose, 'cause I ain’t moving too perfect |
I stay away from them clowns, watch how I move through the surface |
Cause they be weighing you down, even some of them dudes in your circle |
It was designed for us to fail |
Still prevail through the hell |
Though it was designed for us to lose |
Nothing, nothing, nothing’s impossible |
Believe it, we’re still undefeated |
How can I pledge allegiance to the flag |
When they killing all our sons all our dads? |
I come from a place |
When you kill your own brother you can brag |
Like he got bodies, but that’s a fad, no, that’s a fact |
I’m screaming out at your corner, nigga, that’s a trap |
Screaming out, that’s your homie, nigga, that’s a rack |
Catch a case with him, bet he crack |
Odds against you and they double stack stay woke |
Bought my mama a new crib, that’s some gangster shit |
Niece and nephews walking around wearing minks and shit |
Keep the hood motivated, this the thanks I get |
Try to Ja Rule the kid on some Wanksta shit |
But that’s impossible 'cause I’m unstoppable |
The label can’t drop me, nigga, I’m too valuable |
You thought I would lose but I won and that bothered you |
Still move around in Philly just like the mobsters do |
When I talked to Em and Hov, they said, «I'm proud of you |
You stood tall when everyone doubted you» |
My reply is, «I do what I gotta do |
And I need that verse before you retire too» |
Jumping all the obstacles, I’m way too wavy |
Said I would lose but you way too crazy |
Pick and choose either fame or the money fame will make you crazy |
And the money will make them bad bitches say, «Thank you, baby» |
You’re welcome |