เนื้อเพลง Lil N*gga Snupe - Meek Mill

[Intro]
R.I.P to my lil' n*gga Snupe

[Verse 1]
Yeah, we the realest n*ggas in this sh*t
Pulling live out of Philly
Young n*gga love popping bad b*tches and wheelies
And I'm talking all this money, now these n*ggas can't feel me
Money long, team strong so these n*ggas can't kill me, ah
I get a rush from this lifestyle, solid gold presidential with the ice dial
When the chasers in the building turn the lights down
Cause every single n*gga with me gon' be iced out
Block party, living life wild
I go to court for probation and looking like trial
The DA told me she want a n*gga but right now
I'm living better than ever, I'm thinkin' like "how?"
Is it the money? Is it the cars?
Is it the way a n*gga living that took me this far?
But still they want me with the sins and give me them bars
They lock a n*gga in the dark I still look like a star
I shine, I grind harder, I'm working my mind smarter
I take care of my grandmama, mama, my ma's daughter
They telling me I ain't sh*t, I made it for my father
I just hope you pray for me, matter fact sing for me

[Hook]
Lil' Snupe...
They killed my Lil N*gga Snupe, my lil n*gga was they truth
And all he wanted was a coupe, all he wanted was a coupe
So what's a n*gga 'sposed to do?
Tell 'em put the guns down or tell lil n*gga shoot?
Cause they'll do the same to me, do the same sh*t to you
And all these n*ggas in my roof, that's why I got a bulletproof

[Verse 2]
As I'm rolling through my city, n*gga, all I see is murder
Ain't nobody seen it but sh*t everybody heard it
And ain't nobody hiring so everybody serving
And all this gunfire and sh*t everybody murkin, better get a strap
Young n*ggas selling caine just to get it back
And they busting out them racks till they sitting back
And if a n*gga hit my homie, we gon' hit him back
And if you send him over here, know we gon' send him back
My flow iller, I came up from dope dealing
I been sayin' I'd make it, they telling me no
N*gga these voices all in my head just telling me go get it
I came up on four wheelers
Bananas and gorillas through the jungle
Where killers rumble and everyone perishing
Realest n*gga in it no comparison
And they got the nerve to tell me I'm arrogant
But what the f*ck, I'm young black, I made it in America
So I'mma ball harder than the ma'f*cking Carter's
Beyonce and Shawn, arm blue'er than their daughter
Maneuver through the water like a shark that's on a dolphin
N*gga darker, in a coffin devils on him, get em off him
I can look at your homies and tell you foul, dawg
Leaning with your left but you stand in southpaw
Be the same n*ggas that'll take you out, dawg
Leaving n*ggas hungry but you eating Mr. Chows, dawg
Where the love at? Where the love at?
I'll give up all this money to get lil cuz back
Before my n*gga go starving like where the grub at
Give up the fame, start over and get my buzz back
Do it again, murder his killer him and his friend
Put the arena, step on the stage, kill him again
Look at the stands the fans coming filling them in
To give my n*gga a chance, see him winning again

[Hook]