Artist: Meek Mill Album: Dreamchasers 3 Song: Lil Nigga Snupe Typed by: Cedmaster3K [Meek Mill] R.I.P to my lil' nigga Snupe... yeah Yeah, we the realest niggas in this shit, pullin' live out of Philly Young nigga love poppin' bad bitches and wheelies And I'm talkin' all this money, now these niggas can't feel me Money long, team strong so these niggas can't kill me - AHHH~! 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, livin' life wild I go to court for probation and lookin' like trial The DA told me she want a nigga but right now I'm livin' better than ever, I'm thinkin' like "How? Is it the money? Is it the cars? Is it the way a nigga livin' 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 workin' my mind smarter I take care of my grandmama, mama, my ma's daughter They tellin' me I ain't shit, I made it for my father I just hope you pray for me, matter fact sing for me [Chorus: Meek Mill] Lil' Snupe - they killed my lil nigga Snupe My lil nigga was the 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 these lil niggas 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 [Meek Mill] As I'm rollin' 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 servin' And all this gunfire and shit everybody murkin - better get a strap! Young niggas sellin' caine just to get it back And they bustin' out them racks till they sittin' 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 dealin' I been sayin' I'd make it, they telling me no Nigga these voices all in my head just tellin' me go get it I came up on four wheelers; bananas and gorillas through the jungle where killers rumble and everyone perishin' 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 mu'fuckin' +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 - AHHH~! I can look at your homies and tell you foul, dawg Leanin' with your left but you stand in southpaw Be the same niggas that'll take you out, dawg Leavin' niggas hungry but you eatin' 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 starvin' 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 fillin' them in to give my nigga a chance, see him winnin' again [Chorus] [Meek Mill] Real nigga for life... Real nigga for life... Real nigga for life, they killed my lil nigga Snupe... They killed my lil nigga Snupe... {*Lil Snupe skit plays at the 3:05 mark to the end*}