Lil' N*gga Snupe Lyrics - Dream Chasers, Vol. 3 - Meek Mill

R.I.P to my lil' nigga Snupe 

Yeah, we the realest niggas in this shit 

Pulling live out of Philly 

Young nigga love popping bad bitches and wheelies 

And I'm talking all this money, now these niggas can't feel me 

Money long, team strong so these niggas 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 nigga 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 nigga but right now 

I'm living better than ever, I'm thinkin' like "how?" 

Is it the money? Is it the cars? 

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Is it the way a nigga living that took me this far? 

But still they want me with the sins and give me them bars 

They lock a nigga 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 shit, I made it for my father 

I just hope you pray for me, matter fact sing for me 

Lil' Snupe... 

They killed my lil nigga Snupe, my lil nigga was they truth 

And all he wanted was a coupe, all he wanted was a coupe 

So what's a nigga 'sposed to do? 

Tell 'em put the guns down or tell lil nigga shoot? 

Cause they'll do the same to me, do the same shit to you 

And all these niggas in my roof, that's why I got a bulletproof 

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As I'm rolling through my city, nigga, all I see is murder 

Ain't nobody seen it but shit everybody heard it 

And ain't nobody hiring so everybody serving 

And all this gunfire and shit everybody murkin, better get a strap 

Young niggas selling caine just to get it back 

And they busting out them racks till they sitting back 

And if a nigga 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 

Nigga 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 nigga in it no comparison 

And they got the nerve to tell me I'm arrogant 

But what the fuck, I'm young black, I made it in America 

So I'mma ball harder than the ma'fucking Carter's 

Beyoncé and Shawn, arm blue'er than their daughter 

Maneuver through the water like a shark that's on a dolphin 

Nigga 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 niggas that'll take you out, dawg 

Leaving niggas 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 nigga 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 nigga a chance, see him winning again