[Intro: Meek Mill]
Am
Yeah!
C
RIP Dex Osama, Lil Snupe
Am
All the fallen soldiers
F G
Scooter, Truce
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Am
When they killed my nigga Snupe, I seen my young nigga
F
In the casket he ain't even have no blood in him
G Am
Prolly the reason why I keep taking these drugs quicker
F G
Ain't got no patience for these motherfuckin' fuck niggas
Am
I watch everybody change, they thought I lost it
F
But now they all bustin' U-ies its gon' cost 'em
G Am
I seen Chino shut the casket on the coffin (Truce)
F G
Killed his only big brother and we lost him
Am
So I'ma hold it down 'til we all win
F G
We've been at the clearport ballin'
Am
I just want to see my niggas flossin'
F G
Hundred bands everytime I walk in
Am
If you keep it trill you'll get a blessing for it
F G
Deep down in the trenches with that Wesson on me
Am
My mama, she can't sleep, I come here early mornings (mama)
F G
But mama I got thirty in this dirty .40
Am
Any weapon formed against me shall not prosper
F G
Used to pray them Ramen noodles turned to lobster
Am
Gotta watch my own homies on the roster
F G
Cause this the type of money'll get your lined up
[Bridge: Meek Mill]
Am
And I can't trust nobody
F G Am
They hit your homie and they knocked the soul out him
F G Am
They said that they would ride or die but ain't nobody roll 'bout it
F G Am
Three felonies, ain't graduate, no I am not your role model
F G
I hope the Lord got us
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Am
When they killed my nigga, I seen the footage on the tape
F G
Man I must've threw up everything I ever ate
Am
Man I know he got some dice at the Heaven gates
F G
Kicking shi t with all these bitches like he's Kevin Gates
Am F
Relax your mind and kick your feet way up
G Am
Selling dog food tryna feed my pups
F
Young rich nigga and I'm built Ford Tough\
G
And I'm going through stuff
Am
I don't feel no love
F
And I shake your body and you still wake up
G Am
Taking Perkys, man I fill my cup
F G
The feds watching and they still might come, I'm gone
Am
I wan' see my brother with the Patek not the static
F G
Gucci wrap your toe up, got retarded with my daddy
Am
All they seen was red bottoms bleeding by the casket
F G
Perkys got me focused, I done noticed all the damages
Am
I don't see no purpose, in the county eating sandwiches
F G
Lost so many niggas, I went crazy, I couldn't balance it
Am
You can't question God, yeah yeah, or any of these challenges
F G
Sipping on this Actavis, I swear I gotta manage it
Am
SRT the challengers
C F
Make that work do acrobatic flip, accurate
G Am
And I'm leaning like a project banister
C F G
I'm a boss, I ain't never need a manager, got freaks, we ball scandalous, ayy
[Outro: Young Thug]
Am F
Fuck it, we ball, yeah
G Am
All the soldiers we lost, yeah
F
Fuck it, we ball
G
For all the soldiers we lost
Am
Shawty on percocets in the bag (all the soldiers we lost)
F G
Got a Rollie and a Pateky in my bag (all the soldiers we lost)
Am
She just got a nose job and it wasn't that bad (fuck it, we ball)
F G
I was juggin' round the city, I came back
Am F
Fuck it, we ball
G
Yeah, fuck it, we ball
Am
Tear down the mall, yeah
F
Fuck it, we ball
G Am F G
Tear down the mall, ayy
[Meek Mill:]
Yeah!
RIP Dex Osama
Lil Snupe
All the fallen soldiers
Scooter, Truce
When they killed my nigga Snupe I seen my young nigga
In the casket he ain't even have no blood in him
Prolly the reason why I keep taking these drugs quicker
Ain't got no patience for these motherfuckin' fuck niggas
I watch everybody change, they thought I lost it
But now they all bustin' U-ies its goin' cost 'em
I seen Chino shut the casket on the coffin (Truce)
Killed his only big brother and we lost him
So I'ma hold it down 'til we all win
We've been at the clear port ballin'
I just want to see my niggas flossin'
Hundred bands everytime I walk in
If you keep it trill you'll get a blessing for it
Deep down in the trenches with that Wesson on me
My mama, she can't sleep, I come here early mornings (mama)
But mama I got thirty in this dirty .40
Any weapon formed against me shall not prosper
Used to pray them Ramen noodles turned to lobster
Gotta watch my own homies on the roster
'Cause this the type of money get your lined up
And I can't trust nobody
They hit your homie and they knocked the soul out him
They said that they would ride or die but ain't nobody roll 'bout him
Three felonies, ain't graduate, no I am not your role model
[Young Thug:]
I hope the lord got us
When they killed my nigga, I seen the footage on the tape
Man I must've threw up everything I ever ate
Man I know he got some dice at the heaven gates
Kicking shit with all these bitches like he's Kevin Gates
Relax your mind and kick your feet way up
Selling dog food tryna feed my pups
Young rich nigga and I'm built Ford Tough
And I'm throwing through stuff, I don't feel no love
And I shake your body and you still wake up
Taking perkys, man I fill my cup
The feds watching and they still might come, I'm gone
I wan' see my brother with the Patek not the static
Gucci wrap your toe up, got retarded with my daddy
All they seen was red bottoms bleeding by the casket
Perkys got me focused, I done noticed all the damages
I don't see no purpose, in the county eating sandwiches
Lost so many niggas, I went crazy, I couldn't balance it
You can't question god, yeah yeah, these challenges
Sipping on this Actavis, I swear I gotta manage it
SRT the challengers
Make that work do acrobatic flip, accurate
And I'm leaning like a project banister
I'm a boss, I ain't never need a manager
Got rich with Thug scandalous, ayy
Fuck it, we ball, yeah
All the soldiers we lost, yeah
Fuck it, we ball
For all the soldiers we lost
Shawty on percocets in the bag (all the soldiers we lost)
Got a Rollie and a Pateky in my bag (all the soldiers we lost)
She just got a nose job and it went that bad (fuck it, we ball)
I was juggin' round the city, I came back
Fuck it, we ball
Yeah, fuck it, we ball
Tear down the mall, yeah
Fuck it, we ball
Tear down the mall, ayy
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