Meek Mill - Use To Be Lyrics
[Hook: Jordanne]I use to be a use toI use to be a use toI use to be a use toI used to grind in the dirtyI used to cry to 'til it hurtI will look up to the heavensWhen is my time gonna comeI use to be a use toBut I never got use toBeing what I use to, beSaid I use to be a use toBut I never got use toBeing what I use to be[Verse 1: Meek Mill]I was never use to niggas that was use toBeing broke so I started selling cokeTimes got hard was selling soapScheming just like the preacher in church he selling hopeNow I'm getting older, heart getting colderLooking at my son while his head lay on my shoulderThinking in my head will I make it to see him grow upOr will I catch a bullet from something these niggas throwingTrying to take me out, in the hood trying to make it outNiggas plotting on me cops all staking outTrying to get a couple bricks so I can make a houseClose friends hating on me really trying to play me outDamn, but niggas couldn't deal with meIf they had blackjack my shooters would still hit themNorth side of Philly where it's real grittyAnd dirty at where everyday they murder at[Hook][Verse 2]When I was young I started planning it outMy daddy got killed I was the man of the houseBy the age of 16 man them hammers was outSo when niggas trying to hit me I'm just handing them outCause I ain't trying to see my mom crying, and my sis mourningSo I'mma let this little Mac 11 rip on themLouis Vuitton sneaks watch the blood drip on themFor all the times I bled the tears I shedEvery time I made money it was here I saidAnd if my niggas asked for it it was yeah I saidSelling butter just to get the fam bread I spreadI got married to the streets and it was here I wedCause I was never use to being what I use toStarted off walking now the Rolls Royce a coup tooI'mma let the top down every time I shoot throughTo give them motivation even though I know they hating[Hook][Verse 3]The man with the gold makes the rulesAnd one who makes the rules break the rulesSome niggas make it alive, some make the newsIt's either family or money, I hate to chooseCause you need money just to feed the fam, the family keep you coolGot a nigga on the papers still I keep the toolNiggas heard I'm getting money so they creeping thoughI keep my hand up on that hammer what's for me to do?Let these niggas kill me?Try to line me up so they can rail me?I'm just giving you the real meStarted with a dollar now I got it and I'm filthy[Hook]
