[Hook: Jordanne]
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I use to be a use to
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I use to be a use to
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I use to be a use to
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I used to grind in the dirty
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I used to cry to 'til it hurt
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I will look up to the heavens
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When is my time gonna come
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I use to be a use to
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But I never got use to
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Being what I use to, be
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Said I use to be a use to
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But I never got use to
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Being what I use to be
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[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
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I was never use to niggas that was use to
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Being broke so I started selling coke
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Times got hard was selling soap
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Scheming just like the preacher in church he selling hope
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Now I'm getting older, heart getting colder
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Looking at my son while his head lay on my shoulder
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Thinking in my head will I make it to see him grow up
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Or will I catch a bullet from something these niggas throwing
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Trying to take me out, in the hood trying to make it out
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Niggas plotting on me cops all staking out
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Trying to get a couple bricks so I can make a house
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Close friends hating on me really trying to play me out
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Damn, but niggas couldn't deal with me
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If they had blackjack my shooters would still hit them
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North side of Philly where it's real gritty
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And dirty at where everyday they murder at
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2]
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When I was young I started planning it out
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My daddy got killed I was the man of the house
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By the age of 16 man them hammers was out
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So when niggas trying to hit me I'm just handing them out
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Cause I ain't trying to see my mom crying, and my sis mourning
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So I'mma let this little Mac 11 rip on them
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Louis Vuitton sneaks watch the blood drip on them
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For all the times I bled the tears I shed
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Every time I made money it was here I said
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And if my niggas asked for it it was yeah I said
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Selling butter just to get the fam bread I spread
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I got married to the streets and it was here I wed
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Cause I was never use to being what I use to
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Started off walking now the Rolls Royce a coup too
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I'mma let the top down every time I shoot through
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To give them motivation even though I know they hating
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[Hook]
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I use to be a use to
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I use to be a use to
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I use to be a use to
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I used to grind in the dirty
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I used to cry to 'til it hurt
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I will look up to the heavens
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When is my time gonna come
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I use to be a use to
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But I never got use to
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Being what I use to, be
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Said I use to be a use to
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But I never got use to
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Being what I use to be
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[Verse 3]
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The man with the gold makes the rules
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And one who makes the rules break the rules
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Some niggas make it alive, some make the news
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It's either family or money, I hate to choose
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Cause you need money just to feed the fam, the family keep you cool
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Got a nigga on the papers still I keep the tool
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Niggas heard I'm getting money so they creeping though
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I keep my hand up on that hammer what's for me to do?
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Let these niggas kill me?
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Try to line me up so they can rail me?
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I'm just giving you the real me
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Started with a dollar now I got it and I'm filthy
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[Hook]
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I use to be a use to
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I use to be a use to
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I use to be a use to
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I used to grind in the dirty
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I used to cry to 'til it hurt
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I will look up to the heavens
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When is my time gonna come
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I use to be a use to
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But I never got use to
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Being what I use to, be
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Said I use to be a use to
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But I never got use to
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Being what I use to be
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Use To Be
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Meek Mill |