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Meek Mill

Genres: Hip-Hop

Stay Woke Lyrics - Meek Mill

How I keep from going under? 

It's like a jungle outside 

Sometimes I wonder 

How I keep from going under 

 

We scream, "Black Lives Matter," but we still toting ladders 

Watching our own brothers trying to get at us 

Dreams get shattered when a scene full of crackers 

And they charge you with some shit you ain't do 

You like what happen 

We go get lawyers to say shit, we don't know how to talk 

They told us to hate each other before we learn how to walk 

Momma taught you how to fight, fight, 

before she taught you how to write, write 

And daddy locked down in the cell, can't kiss you night, night 

Ma, she's under the bed every night, feel like it's fright night 

Coke fumes in the air, mama holding on that pipe tight 

And you catching contact, but never mind that 

In a world where Black is wrong and white right 

It's like a combat, we go to war for our freedom, they say we equal 

I used to wanna play like Randall and be an Eagle 

I used to play the quarterback, my dog would go receiver 

That was 'til ball got flat by a dope needle on the pavement 

It's amazing, this environment we was raised in 

On them papers, one mistake and getting caged in 

You gotta feel me, feel like the system trying to kill me 

Got arrested and the charges F1 for popping wheelies, stay woke 

 

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It was designed for us to fail 

Still prevail through the hell 

Though it was designed for us to lose 

To make it through nothing's impossible 

Believe it we're still undefeated 

Picture me ten years younger with some tats on my face 

Taking a bunch of Xannys with the strap on my waist 

Pointing at the camera like mama ain't teach me manners 

Moving a little rock like I'm heading to Alabama, no, wait 

I can't judge them, I'm just trying to understand them 

Cause I used to pop Percs, pouring purple in my Phantom 

Had me swerving in my Phantom like I'm running from my dreams 

I was heading for the slammer, 

I was planting all the seed for them to bury me 

I had my whole family mad at me 

Feel deep in love with the game and it married me 

Judge said, "I'll give you a chance, just don't embarrass me" 

Motivating these little niggas is like a charity 

Community service even though they knew we was working 

They did this to me on purpose, 'cause I ain't moving too perfect 

I stay away from them clowns, watch how I move through the surface 

Cause they be weighing you down, 

even some of them dudes in your circle 

 

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It was designed for us to fail 

Still prevail through the hell 

Though it was designed for us to lose 

Nothing, nothing, nothing's impossible 

Believe it, we're still undefeated 

 

How can I pledge allegiance to the flag 

When they killing all our sons all our dads? 

I come from a place 

When you kill your own brother you can brag 

Like he got bodies, but that's a fad, no, that's a fact 

I'm screaming out at your corner, nigga, that's a trap 

Screaming out, that's your homie, nigga, that's a rack 

Catch a case with him, bet he crack 

Odds against you and they double stack stay woke 

Bought my mama a new crib, that's some gangster shit 

Niece and nephews walking around wearing minks and shit 

Keep the hood motivated, this the thanks I get 

Try to Ja Rule the kid on some Wanksta shit 

But that's impossible 'cause I'm unstoppable 

The label can't drop me, nigga, I'm too valuable 

You thought I would lose but I won and that bothered you 

Still move around in Philly just like the mobsters do 

When I talked to Em and Hov, they said, "I'm proud of you 

You stood tall when everyone doubted you" 

My reply is, "I do what I gotta do 

And I need that verse before you retire too" 

Jumping all the obstacles, I'm way too wavy 

Said I would lose but you way too crazy 

Pick and choose either fame or the money fame will make you crazy 

And the money will make them bad bitches say, "Thank you, baby" 

You're welcome 

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