| Song | Lil Nigga Snupe |
| Artist | Meek Mill |
| Album | Dreamchasers 3 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| R.I.P to my lil' ******* Snupe | |
| Yeah, we the realest *******s in this *******t | |
| Pulling live out of Philly | |
| Young ******* love popping bad *******es and wheelies | |
| And I'm talking all this money, now these *******s can't feel me | |
| Money long, team strong so these *******s 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 ******* 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 ******* but right now | |
| I'm living better than ever, I'm thinkin' like \"how?\" | |
| Is it the money? Is it the cars? | |
| Is it the way a ******* living that took me this far? | |
| But still they want me with the sins and give me them bars | |
| They lock a ******* in the dark I still look like a star | |
| I *******ne, 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 *******t, I made it for my father | |
| I just hope you pray for me, matter fact sing for me | |
| Lil' Snupe... | |
| They killed my lil ******* Snupe, my lil ******* was they truth | |
| And all he wanted was a coupe, all he wanted was a coupe | |
| So what's a ******* 'sposed to do? | |
| Tell 'em put the guns down or tell lil ******* shoot? | |
| Cause they'll do the same to me, do the same *******t to you | |
| And all these *******s in my roof, that's why I got a bulletproof | |
| As I'm rolling through my city, *******, all I see is murder | |
| Ain't nobody seen it but *******t everybody heard it | |
| And ain't nobody hiring so everybody serving | |
| And all this gunfire and *******t everybody murkin, better get a strap | |
| Young *******s selling caine just to get it back | |
| And they busting out them racks till they sitting back | |
| And if a ******* 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 ******* dealing | |
| I been sayin' I'd make it, they telling me no | |
| ******* 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 peri*******ng | |
| Realest ******* in it no comparison | |
| And they got the nerve to tell me I'm arrogant | |
| But what the *******, I'm young black, I made it in America | |
| So I'mma ball harder than the ma'******* Carter's | |
| Beyoncé and Shawn, arm blue'er than their daughter | |
| Maneuver through the water like a shark that's on a dolphin | |
| ******* 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 *******s that'll take you out, dawg | |
| Leaving *******s 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 ******* 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 ******* a chance, see him winning again |
| R. I. P to my lil' Snupe | |
| Yeah, we the realest s in this t | |
| Pulling live out of Philly | |
| Young love popping bad es and wheelies | |
| And I' m talking all this money, now these s can' t feel me | |
| Money long, team strong so these s 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 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 but right now | |
| I' m living better than ever, I' m thinkin' like " how?" | |
| Is it the money? Is it the cars? | |
| Is it the way a living that took me this far? | |
| But still they want me with the sins and give me them bars | |
| They lock a in the dark I still look like a star | |
| I ne, 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 t, I made it for my father | |
| I just hope you pray for me, matter fact sing for me | |
| Lil' Snupe... | |
| They killed my lil Snupe, my lil was they truth | |
| And all he wanted was a coupe, all he wanted was a coupe | |
| So what' s a ' sposed to do? | |
| Tell ' em put the guns down or tell lil shoot? | |
| Cause they' ll do the same to me, do the same t to you | |
| And all these s in my roof, that' s why I got a bulletproof | |
| As I' m rolling through my city, , all I see is murder | |
| Ain' t nobody seen it but t everybody heard it | |
| And ain' t nobody hiring so everybody serving | |
| And all this gunfire and t everybody murkin, better get a strap | |
| Young s selling caine just to get it back | |
| And they busting out them racks till they sitting back | |
| And if a 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 dealing | |
| I been sayin' I' d make it, they telling me no | |
| 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 peri ng | |
| Realest in it no comparison | |
| And they got the nerve to tell me I' m arrogant | |
| But what the , I' m young black, I made it in America | |
| So I' mma ball harder than the ma' Carter' s | |
| Beyonce and Shawn, arm blue' er than their daughter | |
| Maneuver through the water like a shark that' s on a dolphin | |
| 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 s that' ll take you out, dawg | |
| Leaving s 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 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 a chance, see him winning again |
| R. I. P to my lil' Snupe | |
| Yeah, we the realest s in this t | |
| Pulling live out of Philly | |
| Young love popping bad es and wheelies | |
| And I' m talking all this money, now these s can' t feel me | |
| Money long, team strong so these s 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 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 but right now | |
| I' m living better than ever, I' m thinkin' like " how?" | |
| Is it the money? Is it the cars? | |
| Is it the way a living that took me this far? | |
| But still they want me with the sins and give me them bars | |
| They lock a in the dark I still look like a star | |
| I ne, 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 t, I made it for my father | |
| I just hope you pray for me, matter fact sing for me | |
| Lil' Snupe... | |
| They killed my lil Snupe, my lil was they truth | |
| And all he wanted was a coupe, all he wanted was a coupe | |
| So what' s a ' sposed to do? | |
| Tell ' em put the guns down or tell lil shoot? | |
| Cause they' ll do the same to me, do the same t to you | |
| And all these s in my roof, that' s why I got a bulletproof | |
| As I' m rolling through my city, , all I see is murder | |
| Ain' t nobody seen it but t everybody heard it | |
| And ain' t nobody hiring so everybody serving | |
| And all this gunfire and t everybody murkin, better get a strap | |
| Young s selling caine just to get it back | |
| And they busting out them racks till they sitting back | |
| And if a 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 dealing | |
| I been sayin' I' d make it, they telling me no | |
| 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 peri ng | |
| Realest in it no comparison | |
| And they got the nerve to tell me I' m arrogant | |
| But what the , I' m young black, I made it in America | |
| So I' mma ball harder than the ma' Carter' s | |
| Beyoncé and Shawn, arm blue' er than their daughter | |
| Maneuver through the water like a shark that' s on a dolphin | |
| 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 s that' ll take you out, dawg | |
| Leaving s 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 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 a chance, see him winning again |