Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Oodles O' Noodles Babies, artist - Meek Mill. Date of issue: 29.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Oodles O' Noodles Babies |
| This shit right here for my Oodles o' Noodles babies |
| His ma' smoked the crack while she was pregnant so he can’t even help that he |
| crazy |
| He goin' to jail, it’s inevitable, forreal |
| I ain’t have nobody to give me no hope |
| I hope my momma ain’t doin' no coke |
| I used to wish that my daddy was livin' |
| I had a dream that I seen him as ghost |
| I used to act up when I went to school |
| Thought it was cool, but I really was hurt |
| Wanted my family to come to my games |
| My mama couldn’t make it 'cause she was at work |
| Lived with my grandma, she took me to church |
| Really no I ain’t wanna go |
| Remember I kissed my aunt in the casket |
| And her forehead was cold |
| I was like 4 years old |
| We couldn’t afford no clothes |
| It was hand me down |
| Who would think a nigga get a Grammy now? |
| Got a black judge tryna tear me down |
| All this jail time probably wear me down |
| Turn the lights off in the bathroom |
| Screaming, «Bloody, Bloody, Bloody Mary» now |
| Havin' nightmares about Candyman |
| With the tool on me like a handyman |
| Killed my lil' cousin, I’m like, «Damn it, man» |
| Had to see the footage on a camera, man |
| On the pavement, with his brains out |
| With the white sheet, he was laid out |
| Wanna ask 'Ye, «Is this a choice?» |
| It was like this when I came out |
| What the fuck is you really complaining 'bout? |
| I know niggas that’s never gon' make it out |
| This that shit you won’t see in the media |
| Poor get poorer and the rich gettin' greedier |
| Lot of daddies goin' back and forth out of jail |
| Lot of sons growin' up and repeating them |
| This the belly of the beast, you won’t make it out |
| Man, this shit was designed just to eat us up |
| And my momma told, «Nigga, keep it up |
| You gon' end up in prison, just sweepin' up» |
| Remember, nobody never believed in us |
| When they see us now, they can’t believe it’s us, no |
| I think it’s funny how |
| We used to go to school, play SEGA’s |
| And then, next thing you know, you runnin' 'round with Glock .40s |
| We ain’t never believed in the police, they was shootin' us |
| Yeah, they called it the projects, they put us in projects |
| What they gon' do with us? |
| Can’t call the cops yet |
| You might just get popped at |
| 'Cause they the ones shootin' us |
| I’m on my mom’s steps, it’s like a bomb threat |
| The violence pursuing us, I ain’t meet God yet |
| 'Cause I’m on the block where |
| It’s just me and Lucifer, look what they do to us |
| They know we in poverty |
| When I went to court, the judge said, «Meek, you a menace to society» |
| Huh, you said, you would give me a chance, your honor, why would you lie to me? |
| 16 more years of probation, you know you gon' get some more time on me, huh |
| Whole hood goin' crazy, babies havin' babies |
| She was fourteen, actin' like she eighty |
| Got pregnant by a nigga that was locked up in them cages |
| And the story goes on, if you make it, you amazing (Word up) |
| See, I got homie that’s a billionaire |
| And I be tryin' to explain it to him like |
| If your mom ain’t on crack or if she got a job and she doing eight hours a day |
| And your daddy in the graveyard or in the jail cell, who the fuck gon' babysit? |