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Use To Be Video (MV)




Performed By: Meek Mill
Language: English
Length: 5:01
Written by: Dave Gains, Guordan Banks, Robert Williams




Meek Mill - Use To Be Lyrics
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Yeah (oh-oh)
Yeah
Yeah

I used to be a used-to (used-to, used-to, used-to)
I used to be a used-to (I used to be a used-to)
I used to grind (grind, grind, grind) in the dirt
I used to cry 'til it hurt
(Oh-oh, no)
I would look up to the heavens
When is my time gonna come (time, time, time)
I used to be a used-to
But I never got use to
Bein' what I used to, be (yeah-yeah)
Said I used to be a used-to (yeah)
But I never got use to (never)
Bein' what I used to, (yeah) be (uh)

I was never used to niggas that was use to
Bein' broke so I started sellin' coke (coke, coke)
Times got hard was sellin' soap
Schemin' just like the preacher in church he sellin' hope (hope)
Now I'm gettin' older, heart gettin' colder
Lookin' at my son while his head lay on my shoulder
Thinkin' in my head, will I make it to see him grow up?
Or will I catch a bullet from somethin' these niggas throwin'
Try and take me out (take me out), in the hood tryin' make it out (out)
Niggas plottin' on me cops all stakin' out
Tryin' get a couple bricks so I can make a house
Close friends hatin' on me really tryin' to play me out
Damn (damn, damn), but niggas couldn't deal with me
If they had blackjack my shooters was still hitting
North side of Philly where it's real gritty
And dirty at where everyday they murder at
(Murder at, murder at, murder at, murder at)

I used to be a used-to (used-to, used-to, used-to)
I used to be a used-to (I used to be a used-to)
I used to grind (grind, grind, grind) in the dirt
I used to cry 'til it hurt
(Oh-oh, no)
I would look up to the heavens
When is my time gonna come (time, time, time)
I used to be a used-to
But I never got use to
Bein' what I use to, be (yeah-yeah)
Said I used to be a used-to (hey)
But I never got use to
Bein' what I used to, (yeah) be (yeah)

When I was young I started plannin' it out
My daddy got killed I was the man of the house
By the age of sixteen man them hammers was out
So when niggas try and hit me I'm just handin' 'em out
'Cause I ain't tryna see my mom cryin' (cryin')
And my sis mournin' (mournin')
So I'ma let this lil' MAC-11 rip on them (on 'em)
Louboutin sneaks watch the blood drip on them
For all the times I bled the tears I shed
Every time I made money it was here I said (said)
And if my niggas asked for it it was yeah I said (said)
Sellin' butter just to get the fam bread I spread (spread)
I got married to the streets and it was here I wed (wed, wed)
'Cause I was never used to bein' what I use to
Started off walkin' now the Rolls Royce a coupe too
I'ma let the top down every time I shoot through (through)
To give 'em motivation even though I know they hatin'

I used to be a used-to (used-to, used-to, used-to)
I used to be a used-to (I used to be a used-to)
I used to grind in the dirt
I used to cry 'til it hurt
(Oh-oh, no)
I would look up to the heavens
When is my time gonna come (time, time, time)
I used to be a used-to
But I never got used to
Bein' what I used to, be (yeah-yeah)
Said I used to be a used-to (hey)
But I never got used to
Bein' what I used to, (yeah) be

The man with the gold makes the rules
And one who makes the rules, break the rules
Some niggas make it alive, some make the news
It's either family or money, I hate to choose
'Cause you need money just to feed the fam, the family keep you cool
Got a nigga on 'em papers still I keep the tool (tool, tool)
Niggas heard I'm gettin' money so they creepin' through
I keep my hand up on that hammer what's for me to do? (do, do)
Let these niggas kill me? (yeah, oh)
Try to line me up so they can rail me? (yeah, rail me, rail me)
I'm just givin' you the real me (yeah)
Started with a dollar now I got it
And I'm filthy, nigga (nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga)

I used to be a used-to (used-to, used-to, used-to)
I used to be a used-to (I used to be a used-to)
I used to grind in the dirt
I used to cry to 'til it hurt (cry, cry, cry)
(Oh-oh, no)
I would look up to the heavens
When is my time gonna come (time, time, time)
I used to be a used-to
But I never got use to
Bein' what I use to, be (yeah-yeah)
Said I use to be a use to (hey)
But I never got use to
Bein' what I use to, (yeah) be
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English

Yeah (oh-oh)
Yeah
Yeah

I used to be a used-to (used-to, used-to, used-to)
I used to be a used-to (I used to be a used-to)
I used to grind (grind, grind, grind) in the dirt
I used to cry 'til it hurt
(Oh-oh, no)
I would look up to the heavens
When is my time gonna come (time, time, time)
I used to be a used-to
But I never got use to
Bein' what I used to, be (yeah-yeah)
Said I used to be a used-to (yeah)
But I never got use to (never)
Bein' what I used to, (yeah) be (uh)

I was never used to niggas that was use to
Bein' broke so I started sellin' coke (coke, coke)
Times got hard was sellin' soap
Schemin' just like the preacher in church he sellin' hope (hope)
Now I'm gettin' older, heart gettin' colder
Lookin' at my son while his head lay on my shoulder
Thinkin' in my head, will I make it to see him grow up?
Or will I catch a bullet from somethin' these niggas throwin'
Try and take me out (take me out), in the hood tryin' make it out (out)
Niggas plottin' on me cops all stakin' out
Tryin' get a couple bricks so I can make a house
Close friends hatin' on me really tryin' to play me out
Damn (damn, damn), but niggas couldn't deal with me
If they had blackjack my shooters was still hitting
North side of Philly where it's real gritty
And dirty at where everyday they murder at
(Murder at, murder at, murder at, murder at)

I used to be a used-to (used-to, used-to, used-to)
I used to be a used-to (I used to be a used-to)
I used to grind (grind, grind, grind) in the dirt
I used to cry 'til it hurt
(Oh-oh, no)
I would look up to the heavens
When is my time gonna come (time, time, time)
I used to be a used-to
But I never got use to
Bein' what I use to, be (yeah-yeah)
Said I used to be a used-to (hey)
But I never got use to
Bein' what I used to, (yeah) be (yeah)

When I was young I started plannin' it out
My daddy got killed I was the man of the house
By the age of sixteen man them hammers was out
So when niggas try and hit me I'm just handin' 'em out
'Cause I ain't tryna see my mom cryin' (cryin')
And my sis mournin' (mournin')
So I'ma let this lil' MAC-11 rip on them (on 'em)
Louboutin sneaks watch the blood drip on them
For all the times I bled the tears I shed
Every time I made money it was here I said (said)
And if my niggas asked for it it was yeah I said (said)
Sellin' butter just to get the fam bread I spread (spread)
I got married to the streets and it was here I wed (wed, wed)
'Cause I was never used to bein' what I use to
Started off walkin' now the Rolls Royce a coupe too
I'ma let the top down every time I shoot through (through)
To give 'em motivation even though I know they hatin'

I used to be a used-to (used-to, used-to, used-to)
I used to be a used-to (I used to be a used-to)
I used to grind in the dirt
I used to cry 'til it hurt
(Oh-oh, no)
I would look up to the heavens
When is my time gonna come (time, time, time)
I used to be a used-to
But I never got used to
Bein' what I used to, be (yeah-yeah)
Said I used to be a used-to (hey)
But I never got used to
Bein' what I used to, (yeah) be

The man with the gold makes the rules
And one who makes the rules, break the rules
Some niggas make it alive, some make the news
It's either family or money, I hate to choose
'Cause you need money just to feed the fam, the family keep you cool
Got a nigga on 'em papers still I keep the tool (tool, tool)
Niggas heard I'm gettin' money so they creepin' through
I keep my hand up on that hammer what's for me to do? (do, do)
Let these niggas kill me? (yeah, oh)
Try to line me up so they can rail me? (yeah, rail me, rail me)
I'm just givin' you the real me (yeah)
Started with a dollar now I got it
And I'm filthy, nigga (nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga)

I used to be a used-to (used-to, used-to, used-to)
I used to be a used-to (I used to be a used-to)
I used to grind in the dirt
I used to cry to 'til it hurt (cry, cry, cry)
(Oh-oh, no)
I would look up to the heavens
When is my time gonna come (time, time, time)
I used to be a used-to
But I never got use to
Bein' what I use to, be (yeah-yeah)
Said I use to be a use to (hey)
But I never got use to
Bein' what I use to, (yeah) be
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Writer: Dave Gains, Guordan Banks, Robert Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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