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ball this old - meek mill lyrics

[intro: g herbo]
uh, let’s get it

[verse 1: g herbo]
this for my dawgs layin’ down the road
real teammate, don’t mind playin’ down the road
this for my guys that done died for diamonds and gold
while he back poppin’ out outside, however it fold
this for them soldiers, i’m forever stayin’ on my toes
think it’s crazy, i chase opps before i chase my goals
since i was a baby, i felt like i knew the life i chose
i went bought a crate of glocks before i bought my rolls
put that on my soul, and i got a pure soul
say your team full of shooters, we don’t play, it’s on
and i never needed help, sometimes i stay alone
but i’ma make it home, gotta k!ll to make it home
how the f*ck i’m wrong?
[verse 2: meek mill]
glock full pan, it break his bones
i told my youngin to be drill about it, don’t go make a song
and i’m hopin’ he don’t take it wrong, ’cause them homicides be takin’ long
my dawg had called me for my top and said he made it home
and i was tellin’ him that he thinkin’ wrong
’cause he real, n*ggas hangin’ on to the end
he said he on his last appeal, he gotta win
and i said “i got a half a mill’, i’m lockin’ in”
knowin’ how he feel, i’m treatin’ this case like i was him, no cap

[verse 3: g herbo]
seen a half a mill’ before the labels heard my name (swerv’)
too much on my brain, they chase no fame, i had that flame
all the nights i came out, it was dangerous, i can’t name
i was born to run sh*t, n*gga, i can’t change
made my first check, ain’t buy my moms a house, ain’t buy no chains
i was on some young sh*t, i was on some dumb sh*t
n*ggas who i f*cked with, if i call, they come quick
n*ggas run up dumb sh*t, n*ggas buy my son sh*t
early mornings in l.a., see me, might be with my sons
pop out, solo, late at night, i got two guns
bulletproof, like in the ‘raq, who gon’ do somethin’? (phew)
f*ck up fifty k in saks and it’s just two of us

[verse 4: meek mill]
this for my dawg, ain’t get to ball this old
i think it’s crazy i lost my soul before i lost my pole
i had to see if it’s real, i touched him and i caught the cold
i’m watchin’ his mama cry, he layin’ there in a coffin frozen
this drillin’ sh*t like all we know
n*ggas ain’t even cool with us, actin’ like they cool with us
sh*t so deep, don’t even know who to trust, sh*t was only a few with us
[verse 5: g herbo]
picked up, he got hit first, n*ggas beef ain’t have sh*t to do with us
now you hatin’ on me, tryna slam me, ’cause lamb’ got slime fees
even though i’m rich, i’m grimy, you know where to find me
all the n*ggas you think are behind you, i put ’em behind me
ain’t worried ’bout no n*ggas slimin’ me, i be like five deep
walk in the strip joint, they grab me, i smell like a dime of weed
they just love the rocks and gold
i just love i made it here, i came from lockin’ and loadin’ (know that)
this for my youngin, eighteen and he lost his soul
this for my n*ggas older than me, ain’t get to ball this old
and i put that on my soul, neck froze, heart froze, i was walkin’ froze
kevlar with some dames, we can walk with poles
some of my n*ggas who got k!lled walkin’ with the hoes
we got ar sticks, talk to the hoes
everythin’ i got legit, everywhere i’m ridin’ tint
anythin’ i speak my mind ’bout, i come outside with
think that evil i was born with, that’s what i’m dyin’ with

[outro: g herbo]
(this for my dawg, ain’t get to ball this old)
(this for my dawg, ain’t get to ball this old)
(this for my dawg, ain’t get to ball this old)
(this for my dawg, ain’t get to ball this old)

- meek mill lyrics

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