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Lyrics Super Gremlin – Meek Mill

Well, we could be superstars
We could’ve been superstars but n**gas be playin’ ..
We been rather wreckin’ cars
Man, we play for keeps
What is at stakes for us
Grind, thirst, hunger
Kickin’ off power mirrors

Say you my n**ga, you say you my hitter
But I don’t remember you deep in the trenches
I’m swingin’ them switches at you and your n**gas
If you ever wonder why I’m bein’ distant
Know why I’m slidin’, I ain’t even wildin’
No one survivin’ this life that we livin’
If we really rockin’, then why you feel comfortable
Talkin’ ’round opps about my business

Yeah, I’m in that zone
Done .. they can’t even follow me home
I’m really from Philly, I know all the killers
I call ’em, then I’ma be wrong
My youngin a soldier, they gave him like twenty
I told him he got to be strong
I send him some pictures, whenever he get ’em
I know that he probably alone
He wrote me, he told me that he livin’ through me
I said, Broski, you ..

It’s crazy, I ain’t even writin’
‘Cause I don’t want to tell him what I’m really on
Slidin’, eighty rounds, Glocks, see my kids, I got to get home
I seen lames turn superstars
And that Gram cut off, and ya mans cut off
‘Cause you went too hard, and yeah, I went too hard
He back broke, he tryna hitch ya yard

You a type n**ga try to get ya dawg headshot
Don’t even tell ’em what ya charge
Red dot, I ain’t really tryna miss at all
This love won’t really take risks at all
No, I was in back of the back when I put up the .. with the gremlins
We done got hold of the money and move like the Russians at the ..
AMG go sixty-three, G-Wagon, hear the engine
YG Air Force fifty, bendin’ corners, scrapin’ fenders

Somebody tell me who f**kin’ with me
And don’t bring out no b**ches that’s f**kin’ with me
No competition when n**gas are with me
Don’t bring out no n**gas that’s f**kin’ with me
If you a hater don’t try to persuade me
‘Bout none of them n**gas that’s f**kin’ with me
And don’t speak on n**gas, got money on me
All the n**gas that’s thuggin’ with me

You don’t f**k with my day ones, f**k you, n**ga
You could be what you wanted to be
Got big bands, and I’ll crush you, n**ga
That lil’ money ain’t nothin’ to me
I ain’t chasin’ no ho, they be runnin’ to me
I ain’t payin’ no h*es, they be comin’ to me
If I keep it a thousand, I’ll be in the islands
You run in my hitters before you could run into me

Yeah, we could be superstars
If he spin again, better shoot his car
Now, it’s not safe for you
My youngin put a switch on this Glick


➤ Written by Meek Mill, Jambo & ATL Jacob
Album: Flamerz 5
Produced by Jambo & ATL Jacob
Meek Mill | 2022

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