What Ya Used To (feat. Hit-Boy)

de Meek Mill

[Chorus]

I used to be, I used to
(Used to used to used to)
I used to be, I used to
(I used to be, I used to)
I used to grind in the dirt
I used to cry ‘til it hurt
I will make love to the headphones
When is my time gonna come?

I used to be, I used to
But I never got used to
Bein’ what I used to be
So I used to be, I used to (yea)
But I never got used to (neva’)
Bein’ what I used to be

I was never used to niggas that was used to
Bein’ broke so I started sellin’ coke
Times got hard with sellin’ soap
Skimmin’ just like the preacher I church, you sellin’ hope
Now I’m gettin’ older, heart gettin’ colder
Lookin’ at my son wife’s head laid on my shoulder
Thinkin’ in my head “will I make it to see him grow up?”
Or will I catch a bullet from some these niggas throwin’?
Try and take me out? In the hood try and make it out
Niggas flightin’ on me, cops all stakin’ out
Try and get a couple bricks so I could make a house
Close friends hatin’ on me, really try and play me out
Damn, the niggas couldn’t deal with me
If they had Blackjack my shooters would still hit it
No sight of Philly where is real greedy, and dirty at
We’re right we’re they’re murdered at

I used to be, I used to
But I never got used to
Bein’ what I used to be
So I used to be, I used to
But I never got used to
Bein’ what I used to be

When I was young I started planning it out
My daddy got killed, I was the man of the house
By the age of 16, then them Hamill’s was out
So a nigga’s tryin’ to hit me, I’m just handin’ him out
Cuz I ain’t tryna see my mom cryin’ and my sis’ mornin’
So Imma let this little Mackie level rip on ‘im
Loubrutton sneaks, watch the blood drip on ‘em
For all the times I bled, the tears I shed
Every time I made money, it was here I set
And if my niggas ask for it was “yea” I said
Sellin’ butter just to get the fam bread
I swear I got mad to the streets and it was here I went
Cuz I was never used to bein’ what I used to
Started all walkin’ down the roads, where’s the coop to?
Imma let the top down every time I shoot through
To give a motivation even though I know they hate her

I used to be, I used to
But I never got used to
Bein’ what I used to be
So I used to be, I used to
But I never got used to
Bein’ what I used to be

The man with the gold makes the rules
Anyone 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
Cuz you need money just to feed the fam
And family keep you cool
Got nigga on the paper, still I keep the tube
Niggas heard him gettin’ money so they creepin’ through
I get my hand up on that hammer, what’s for me to do?
Let these niggas kill me?
Try to line me up so they can reel me?
I’m just givin’ you the real me
Started with a dollar, now I got and I’m filthy
Nigga!