Meek Mill feat. Young Thug – We Ball (Music Video)

Lyrics to “We Ball” performed by Meek Mill feat. Young Thug

Yeah.. R.I.P. Dex Osama, Lil Snupe
All the fallen soldiers
Scooter, Truce

When they killed my ni*ga Snupe, I seen my young ni*ga
In the casket he ain’t even have no blood in him
Prolly the reason why I keep taking these drugs quicker
Ain’t got no patience for these motherf*ckin’ f*ck ni*gas
I watch everybody change, they thought I lost it
But now they all bustin’ U-ies its gon’ cost ’em

I seen Chino shut the casket on the coffin
Killed his only big brother and we lost him
So I’ma hold it down ’til we all win
We’ve been at the clearport ballin’
I just want to see my ni*gas flossin’
Hundred bands everytime I walk in

If you keep it trill you’ll get a blessing for it
Deep down in the trenches with that Wesson on me
My mama, she can’t sleep, I come here early mornings
But mama I got thirty in this dirty 40
Any weapon formed against me shall not prosper
Used to pray them Ramen noodles turned to lobster
Gotta watch my own homies on the roster
Cause this the type of money’ll get your lined up

And I can’t trust nobody
They hit your homie and they knocked the soul out him
They said that they would ride or die but ain’t nobody roll ’bout it
Three felonies, ain’t graduate, no I am not your role model
I hope the Lord got us

When they killed my ni*ga, I seen the footage on the tape
Man I must’ve threw up everything I ever ate
Man I know he got some dice at the Heaven gates
Kicking shit with all these bi*ches like he’s Kevin Gates
Relax your mind and kick your feet way up
Selling dog food tryna feed my pups

Young rich ni*ga and I’m built Ford Tough
And I’m going through stuff
I don’t feel no love
And I shake your body and you still wake up
Taking Perkys, man I fill my cup
The feds watching and they still might come, I’m gone
I wan’ see my brother with the Patek not the static

Gucci wrap your toe up, got retarded with my daddy
All they seen was red bottoms bleeding by the casket
Perkys got me focused, I done noticed all the damages
I don’t see no purpose, in the county eating sandwiches
Lost so many ni*gas, I went crazy, I couldn’t balance it
You can’t question God, yeah yeah, or any of these challenges
Sipping on this Actavis, I swear I gotta manage it
SRT the challengers
Make that work do acrobatic flip, accurate
And I’m leaning like a project banister
I’m a boss, I ain’t never need a manager, got freaks, we ball scandalous, ayy

F*ck it, we ball, yeah
All the soldiers we lost, yeah
F*ck it, we ball
For all the soldiers we lost
Shawty on percocets in the bag (all the soldiers we lost)
Got a Rollie and a Pateky in my bag (all the soldiers we lost)
She just got a nose job and it wasn’t that bad (f*ck it, we ball)
I was juggin’ round the city, I came back

F*ck it, we ball
Yeah, f*ck it, we ball
Tear down the mall, yeah
f*ck it, we ball
Tear down the mall, ay…

➤ Album: Wins & Losses
Produced by Wheezy
Meek Mill TV 2017