100 Summers Lyrics - Meek Mill

I gotta place my rear view when 

I pull outta the parking lot 

'Cause where I'm from all you 

Niggas die in the parking lot 

Get ten seconds on the news 

They barely talk about us 

You gotta watch the way you move 

They'll make a target outchea 

Oh, the Reaper comin', gotta keep it on me 

I told my momma I won't leave her lonely 

Too much drama, get these demons off me 

You still at war, I got that thing in arm reach 

Fuck what happened 

That's what my momma told me 

When they caught me with the ratchet 

Rather see me in a cell than see me in a casket 

I show love to all my fans 'cause I 

prevail through all this rapping bull 

I got homies that died young and 

I miss 'em, tell the truth 

I feel like I let 'em down and 

That's word to Lil Snupe 

I put diamonds in yo face so 

When they see me they see you 

Know they'd kill me in my hood 

But I just keep on comin' through 

Still wit' it, the graveyard throwing 

A party for all the real niggas 

They invited me 

But shit I got a meal ticket 

When everybody want me to 

Get out we gotta deal wit' it 

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As I walk through the valley 

Of the shadow of death 

I did something that I had to regret 

I say some things I could never forget 

The Reaper took my homie's soul 

Feel like he after me next, hol' up 

I just wanna ball hunnid summers 

Seen too many of my dogs goin' under 

How I made it out alive sometimes I wonder 

We been goin' to war since Contra 

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Grew up 'round them monsters 

They'll shoot you in your face 

Ain't used to showin' no love that's 

'Cause we grew up in that hate 

Live by the sword, die by the sword way 

Tried to make it home 

They shot him in the hallway 

Tears on my face feel like I be cryin' blood 

Momma see her son again 

We call that blind love 

I can't trust these niggas 

They'll get you lined up 

Tried to rob me, he got smoke 

For a Rollie, his time's up 

You gon' be a killer or a homicide 

Make your momma shed a tear 

Before my momma cry 

Was young and great, but they still 

Smoked him at the waffle spot 

Only God can judge me when when 

I clutch him and let that chopper rock 

Philly shit 

I wrote this in blood 

This some of my realest shit 

They say if he rich as fuck 

Why he movin' so militant 

'Cause in my hood it ain't no love 

And I know what I'm dealin' wit' 

As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death 

I did something that I had to regret 

I say some things I could never forget 

The Reaper took my homie's soul 

Feel like he after me next, hol' up 

I just wanna ball hunnid summers 

Seen too many of my dogs goin' under 

How I made it out alive sometimes I wonder 

We been goin' to war since Contra 

Oh, yeah yeah