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歌手:Meek Mill 专辑:Championships

作词 : Meek Mill/Les Holroyd/Donald Cannon/Rance Dopson
作曲 : Donald Cannon/Les Holroyd/Meek Mill/Rance Dopson
制作人 : Don Cannon
共同制作人 : Rance Dopson
音频工程师 : James "Jayme Be" Belt/William "Bilz" Dougan
混音师 : Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
管风琴 : Quintin Gulledge/Rance Dopson
吉他 : Chris Payton
录音工程师 : Anthony Cruz/Dylan Del Olmo
母带工程师 : Colin Leonard
人声 : Meek Mill
Used to be a dreamer
Dreamin' of a fire
Uh, my mama used to pray that she'd see me in Yale
It's ****** up she gotta see me in jail
On the visit with Lil Papi,
It hurt even though I seemed to be well
They got a smoker with a key to my cell, damn
And even worst, my judge black don't wanna see me do well
It's either that or black people for sale
Gave me two to four years like,
"**** your life, meet me in hell"
And let it burn like Lucifer, you look even stupider
Tryna impress them people in power when power abusin' us
For 44 dollars a hour, you coward they using ya
Is it self-hate that made you send me upstate?
This where the so-called "real ******"
Sweeping up for cupcakes
And that's your phone time,
If you ain't got no money, you ain't online
Hey call your son, call your daughter
Just to wish them more prime
Oh God, don't let them streets get a hold of 'em
Your daughter ******' now, it's gon be a cold summer
Your son trapping now
And your homie giving nose to him
And if he **** that paper up,
He puttin' holes through him
And you just wanna make it home,
So you can show it to him
And them people ain't finna give no parole to ya
They want blood,
We all hangin' with a noose on our neck
Marcelli mom just died, he wanna use my collect
And he won't make it to the wake
Unless he give 'em a check
We still ****** though, what you expect?
I just won
I was on the corner with the reefa
And they got us warring for our freedom
See my brother blood on the pavement
How you wake up in the mornin' feelin' evil?
Uhh, trauma
When them drugs got a hold of your mama
And the judge got a hold on your father
Go to school, bullet holes in the locker
Ain't no PTSDs, them drugs keep it at ease
They shot that boy 20 times
When they could've told him just freeze
Could've put him in a cop car,
But they let him just bleed
The ambulance, they coming baby, just breathe
That's what the old lady said when she screamed
This nightmare on Elm Street, Friday the 13th
And in the 13th amendment, it don't say that we kings
They say that we legally slaves if we go to the bing
They told Kaep' stand up if you wanna play for a team
And all his teammates ain't saying a thing (Stay woke)
If you don't stand for nothing,
You gon' fall for something
And in the 60's, if you kneeled,
You'd prolly be killed
But they don't kill you now,
They just take you out of your deal
Kill your account, look where money get spilled
Check it, and they don't kill you now,
They just take you out of your deal
Kill your account, look where money get spilled
I just won
I was on the corner with the reefa
And they got us warring for our freedom
See my brother blood on the pavement
How you wake up in the mornin' feelin' evil?
Uhh, trauma
When them drugs got a hold of your mama
And the judge got a hold on your father
Go to school, bullet holes in the locker
How many times you send me to jail
To know that I won't fail
Invisible shackles on the king, 'cause s**t, I'm on bail
I went from selling out arenas, now s**t, I'm on sale
Them cold nights starting to feel like hell, uhh
Watching a black woman take my freedom
Almost made me hate my people
When they label you felon,
It's like they telling you they not equal
11 years going to court knowing
They might keep you or drive you crazy
23 hours in a cell, somebody save me
I'm on a jail card, trying to explain it to my baby
I gotta do the calendar twice, and that's a maybe
Trauma
I just won
I was on the corner with the reefa
And they got us warring for our freedom
See my brother blood on the pavement
How you wake up in the mornin' feelin' evil?
Uhh, trauma
When them drugs got a hold of your mama
And the judge got a hold on your father
Go to school, bullet holes in the locker
Uhh, trauma
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