Meek Mill – Early Mornings Lyrics | Video

Lyrics Early Mornings – Meek Mill

And that mula’s in this s**t, man
I never had no top before like that in my life, man
That’s the heaviest s**t I ever smoked, man
I mean, I smoked a lot of s**t before, man
But goddamn, that’s heavy s**t
And you okay
I can’t breathe
Listen, man
I can’t breathe, man

Tears fallin’ down my b**ch face
Now she forever tryna show me how that s**t takes
Ain’t really been droppin’, I been tryna get my s**t straight
Had to sell my prices, twenty mil’ for every mixtape
Partyin’ every night, don’t do it for me, I’m tryna get cake
Level up, fillin’ hundreds up all in my big safe

I said enough, I’ll say it again, I’m tryna wet him up
Thinkin’ with his dick, I’m gettin’ a pretty b**ch to set him up
It’s better them, then better us, it’s never them, forever us
And every M I ever touched, I multiplied it, doubled up
I know life math s**t, I divide to see my brother up
Some got in they feelings deep inside but never’ll bring it up
And all that do is f**k s**t up

I told n**gas that these h*es ain’t got no love for us
I told n**gas that these rappers don’t really f**k with us
The wave is all they want from us, like it’s made for only one of us
I’m straight on all that other stuff, for real
I know hangin’ deep off in the trenches get me killed
But I get a rush from it, know the way it feel
Hangin’ around the vultures, knowin’ this Richard cost a mil’
Hold up, let me take the wheel

Said I’d pay the cost to be the boss, so I expect to pay the bill
Should I expect to do some favors, but I expect to keep it real
And I’m expectin’ ’em to hate me, way I shine this s**t, for real
But I ain’t respectin’ n**gas, fallin’ ’bout no money or no girls
I’m givin’ bad b**ches spaces, I got money out this world
And I’ve been shinin’ like a star, on top of that, they know I’m thorough
My n**gas locked behind the walls, on top of that, I’m payin’ bills
And paintin’ pills for all my n**gas that got life inside them cells
And I will, I’m breakin’ bread with billi’ boys, they know my heart is pure
You reach and I start drawin’, ’cause I know the art of war
I know that they ain’t on the s**t we on and that’s for sure
I’m knowin’ that for sure

You ain’t talkin’ ’bout no money
When you talkin’, I’m like, What you talkin’ for
When them new Benzes had dropped
Me and Chino had bought two more
Got the whole city poppin’, from Philli’ to Baltimore
I really should talk some more, motivation for all of y’all
Label callin’ on the line and I know what they callin’ for
They callin’ ’bout them Ms, ’bout them losses, them wins
I can show you how to make a boss out your mans
Turn your car to a Benz, but it’ll cost you your friends

They be waitin’ on your downfall, if you fall, that’s the end
But if you win, they come around more and all make amends
I seen, cross my heart, hope to die, f**k n**gas, I mean
Hundred shooters, I survived, beat the streets on the jeans

Livin’ life on the edge
Shorty said I’m livin’, like a price on my head
Got the pipe out of bed
I’m tryna get a n**ga right from what he did
I’m tryna take a n**ga life from what he said
Too many nights from seein’ red
Too many, too many nights from seein’ red…

➤ Written by Meek Mill
Album: Flamerz 5
Meek Mill | 2022

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