Meek Mill - They Don't Care lyrics

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Meek Mill - They Don't Care lyrics

[Verse 1] My bars first degree, yours to the third My n***as runnin round wit 33 like larry bird Or more like scott pippen, camaro, dippin Bout to buy some louie luggage, sh**, cuz I be trippin Listen. I remember back when I was down on my dick I ain't even have a dollar. down to my last 50 cent Couldn't even buy a dutch, had to buy a f**in blunt Just to roll up on some reggie thinkin how im gon get up What! what! Now im feelin like a million dollars Make me go to Neiman Marcus buy about a million pradas All the real n***as dead, its like a million cowards Runnin round. first rap check, buy a million choppers I dun seen a n***a rat and get a n***a life And still walkin round the street like that n***a Club partyin, rose garglin, catch em wrong time We puttin hollow heads all im em Just imagine I was dead broke Them b**hes wouldn't give a f** if I was dead, croaked Thats why I grind hard so I can get a lambo Clip full of ammo, more shots than rambo. damn tho Why the D.A try to give me 5 to 10, locked me up Had me upstate with ????? and them Try again. I be out gettin to the paper Tryna catch a million like, maaf** a hater Sittin here contemplating if im gonna murder them n***as always talk that gangster sh** but never hered of em 20 grand to get em all wet. I could service them p**y n***as talkin rat, the motherfckin nerve of them As the night falls the lil shells in my glizzy Cause many men was [?] upon me like 50 Shoot me nine times in thinkin unh uh Ladder on me, waitin to explode, time bomb Ever since like 99, livin in my prime time Got the money, respect and power came like Ain't I ain't talkin f.m. we ride fn They same guy talking [?] They just sent my n***a [?] upstate for a direct hit Couldn't even catch bail, [?] Rather have a walkie before he talkie Nextel And I ain't trying to do it big I'm trying to do it XL Matter fact double X, [?] trying to re-up I ain't even bubble yet Nor double yet But you can smell the white fuming and all the oils burning Laid back counting money as the world's turning All my dawgs strapped, ya their steel's German And I ain't talking Shepard spot you like a Leopard If I ain't in the hood I'm in the lab like I'm Dexter Trying to make them oils [?] then bring me back some extras

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