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Meek Mill - 100 Summers [Official Audio]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Meek Mill
Meek Mill
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chauncey Hollis, Jr.
Chauncey Hollis, Jr.
Songwriter
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alex Estevez
Alex Estevez
Engineer
Lou Carrao
Lou Carrao
Engineer
Steven Xia
Steven Xia
Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Mixing Engineer
Anthony Cruz
Anthony Cruz
Recording Engineer
HIT BOY
HIT BOY
Producer

Lyrics

I gotta place my rear view when I pull outta the parking lot 'Cause where I'm from all you 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 outchea 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 You 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 the 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 bull 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 something that I had to regret I say some things I could never forget The Reaper took my homie's soul Feel like he after me next, hol' up I just wanna ball hunnid summers Seen too many of my dogs goin' under How I made it out alive sometimes I wonder 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 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 smoke 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 when I clutch him and let that chopper rock Philly 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 shadow of death I did something that I had to regret I say some things I could never forget The Reaper took my homie's soul Feel like he after me next, hol' up I just wanna ball hunnid summers Seen too many of my dogs goin' under How I made it out alive sometimes I wonder We been goin' to war since Contra Oh, yeah yeah
Writer(s): Chauncey A. Hollis, Robert Rihmeek Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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