Meek Mill - Otherside of America Lyrics | BollywoodTracksLyrics

Meek Mill Presenting the new song lyrics of 'Otherside of America'. The song was released at 'Meek Mill' official youtube channel on June 5th, 2020.

Song Details:

Song: Otherside of America (Lyric)
Artist: Meek Mill
Music Label: Meek Mill
Released Date: June 5th, 2020.

Otherside of America Lyrics:

[Intro: Donald Trump]
What Do You Have to Lose?
You are Living in Poverty
Your Schools Are No Good
You Have No Jobs
58% of Your Youth is Unemployed
What the Hell Do You Have to Lose?

[Intro: Meek Mill]
Reporting Live From the Other Side of America

[Verse 1]
Mama Let Me Sip the Forty, I Was Just a Shorty (Damn)

Then I Started Spitting Godly, Then They Said record Me
I Feel Like This Shit Was for Me, This Shit Just My Story (Facts)
Yeah, Uh
Jumped Off the Porch
I Got a Porsche, Won't Take It Back
I am on the Block With the Killers and Holding My Own, of Course (Yeah, Check, Check)
I Seen My Mom and Dad Separate, Aingt Talking Divorce (Talking Divorce)
Said Daddy Was Living by the Fire, and He Died by the Torch (Check, Check)
I am Where the Aks is, We Like the Bébé's Kids
Ain't Have a Daddy, I Listened to Suckas the Same Way That Ray Ray Did
I am Toting Smith &'s and Hks and I Just Was a Grade a Kid
Ain't Have No Guidance, We Grew Up With Hitters and Did Everything They Said
Point Out the Block, We Spinning That (Spinning)
Run in the Spot, We Getting That (Get It)
Give Us Some Work, We Flipping That (Flipping)
I am Hitting From Jail, They Aingt Hitting Back
I Need a Lawyer, Money for Commissary, and Nobody Aingt Sending That
I am in My Cell Like, "When I Get Out, I am Making a Movie, No Cinemax" (Woo)
Yeah, Back Home and I am Fresh on Bail
Phone Chirping, It Was Next to Tell
Block Popping, It Was Extra Sales

Big Dogs, They Aingt Showing Remorse
I Was Begging Just to Catch a Sale
The Same Block, We Were Going to War
I Was Praying I Ain't Catch a Shell (Check)

[Chorus]
Uh, We Were Starving for a Thousand Nights
Living Like We Tryna Die Tonight
Glock .40 Sound Like Dynamite
I Was Fucki*g Up My Cop Money
Selling Soap Like It's China White
Og's Said, "You Fucki*g the Block Up"
I Was Made, I Was Tryna Fight
N***a, We Hungry
Mama at Work, Daddy, He Dead, N***a We Lonely
Stomach Growling Like an Amg, Going to Bed, We Hungry
Uzi on Me, All My Friends Are Dead, N***a, We Lonely
Reporting Live From the Other Side of America

[Verse 2]
Reporting Live From the Other Side (Yeah)
Same Corner Where My Brothers Died (Yeah)
Living Life, We Ain't Got a Care
Told My Mama I Aingt Dying Here (No)
40 on Me, I Aingt Buying Beer (No)
Ain't Have a Will, Now I am Flying Lear
Bunch of Felons on the Jet With Me
Make a Movie Like It's Con Air

Started Off in the Basement
Now It's Rooftops and Lebron There
Still Fighting Open Cases
Out on Bail, N***a, but It's My Year
Summertime, It Gets Cold Out
Heater on Me Like a Moncler
Closet Bigger Than My Old House
Thinking about It, I Was Fine There
Came Out the Dirt (Dirt)
Dedicated, I Was Making It Work
Medicated, I Was Taking Them Percs
Devastated When My N****s Got Murked
Educated, Had to Get to It First
I Knew Trapping, It Would Get Me in Jail
Playing With Pistols, It Would Get Me a Hearse
But I Aingt Give a Fuck, Send Me to Church (Woo)
Yeah, They Gotta Catch Me in Traffic (Traffic)
I Ain't With None of This Rap Shit (Rap Shit)
I've Been Tryna Run From These Caskets
All This Pain Built-in Me, N***a

You Don't Want None of This Action
Go Get Some Money and Feed Your Fam
'cause This is a Fucki*g Disaster, Yeah

[Chorus]
Uh, We Were Starving for a Thousand Nights
Living Like We Tryna Die Tonight
Glock 40 Sound Like Dynamite
I Was Fucki*g Up My Cop Money
Selling Soap Like It's China White
Og's Said, "You Fucki*g the Block Up"
I Was Made, I Was Tryna Fight
N***a, We Hungry
Mama at Work, Daddy, He Dead, N***a We Lonely
Stomach Growling Like an Amg, Going to Bed, We Hungry
Uzi on Me, All My Friends Are Dead, N***a, We Lonely
Reporting Live From the Other Side of America

[Outro: Meek Mill & Michael Smercornish]
I Always Dreamed Too, of Being Like, 
On Like Cnn and Being Able to Like Express Myself

And, and, and Speak for Like the Voiceless Young Men of America (Do It)
The First Step, I Would Say, 
I Grew Up in American in a Ruthless Neighborhood Where We Were Not Protected by Police, Uh
We Grew Up in Ruthless Environments, 
We Grew Up Around Murder, You See Murder
You See Seven People Die a Week, 
I Think You Would Probably Carry a Gun Yourself 
Would You?
Uh, Yeah, I Probably Would


Written by: Gaurav [BOLLYWOOD TRACKS LYRICS]                                             

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