sameolemeek_

The summer nights can even turn cold In the streets of Philly where niggas don’t even get to turn old My heart pumping till it turn gold You niggas stuck in neutral, I’m ridin’ like, “Fuck it, it’s a long road“ Shit I’m the one, I’m like the lost soul In the middle with heaven and hell See nigga, only God knows When your time gon’ come And your eyes roll straight to the back Now you seeing all black That mac go lean and that nine go clap This that murder murder music to rewind you back Put that Ruger all up to you, watch your mind go splat All over the wall, nigga, all over that raw It’s the same ’ole Meek, still the same OG Got that crack music, listen, let your brain OD I’ll be playing low key Me and one of my niggas Riding through the city, plotting on some of the niggas That be thinking they gon’ get me I’ma run to you niggas And that’s a couple dead bodies for a couple of niggas