Blue Notes 2 Songtext

von Meek Mill, Lil Uzi Vert

This is my blues
′Cause I'm back down on my own again

This is the blues I′m playing
Yes, it's a fine old thing
When the night is cold and lonely
(This is a Dollar Bill beat)

Was it the money that made me a savage?
Poppin' them Percs and I made it a habit
Totin′ them pistols and serving them addicts
That was exciting to me, I′m so excited to be
Started with nothin', we had to inspire to be
Niggas ain′t flyer than me, I'm getting to it

Feel like the man, I got the plan
I call the shooters, they hop out the van
Play with the squad, get popped like a Xan
Pop like a Perc, I′m going ham
I'm goin′ crazy on niggas, too wavy for niggas
Do magic like alakazam
I'm in the kitchen compressing a birdie

Take out a nine and I sell it for thirty
Then straight to the jeweler, I'm bustin a Rollie
To light up the city like Meechie in ′03
I got the plug, he send ′em OT
Don't know these niggas, these niggas know me
Even old niggas, they call me OG
Young nigga but I put it down
We was on it when it weren′t 'round
All of sudden niggas wanna come around
Stay over there, my G

This is my blues
Do me one favor, take a few steps back
′Cause I'm back down on my own again
And look at yourself
Matter fact, take yourself outside your body
And then look at yourself
And see how you playing yourself, nigga

This is the blues I′m playing
Congratulations, it's the motherfuckin' Chasers
Yes, it′s a fine old thing (You feel me?)
When the night is cold and lonely (We on it)

Gave you the plug
Try to be real with some niggas and put ′em on money
And show 'em some love
You did me a favor, I knew you was shiesty
I knew you would show who you was
It′s only a matter of time before niggas get lined
And hit with them slugs
Get found in a pool of your blood, yeah, nigga
'Member they told me that we would fail
′Member they said we would see a cell
Down with that semi like Cam Newton
I'm in the field like the NFL

Niggas is sick′ and I wish 'em well
I made a wish in a wishing well
I put a brick in a wishing well
Been through some shit and I'm sick of jail
No disease but I′m sick of cells
Sick and tired of sending niggas mail
Calling niggas just to get a bail

I just seen a nigga get a L
Never coming home and minute on the phone
Sick and tired of seeing niggas fail
Sick and tired of seeing niggas lose
Sinning like we tryna get to hell

This is my blues
′Cause I'm back down on my own again

This is the blues I′m playing

Yes, it's a final thing
When the night is cold and lonely

This is the midnight blues