Ya'll Don't Hear Me Tho – English Lyrics

• By: Meek Mill
• Album: DREAMCHASER

Lyrics & Translation

Dive into the vibrant and intense language of Philadelphia street rap with Meek Mill's "Ya'll Don't Hear Me Tho." This freestyle, a highlight from his 'Dreamchasers' mixtape, offers a potent blend of raw emotion and vivid storytelling. Learning the lyrics can provide insight into the authentic slang, powerful metaphors, and cultural narratives central to Meek Mill's unique style, making it an engaging way to explore contemporary American hip-hop vernacular and the realities it reflects.

[English]

Yeah, Philly in this bitch!

Loso waddup?

Check me,

I from the city where the skinny niggas ride

Where a Semi.45 would make the biggest niggas fold up, roll up

I done seen the realest niggas froze up

When that Mack squeezing hollows leave your back

Leaking that, act decent if you want to, everytime I come through,

Everybody whispering, talking what gon do

Hundred grand in straight cash

Make me put it on you and have your own homies tryna swarm you

I'm sworn to riding with this Glock.40

And I got it on, too

They tell me to put it down

But they don't know what I'm going through

Niggas playing checkers and it's chess

So what's a pawn to a king that got his money right?

You niggas on a hunger strike

When I was dead-broke, man, I used to grind a hundred a nights

A hundred day, selling white, I tell you it ain't nothing nice

I be going so hard, man I don't see my son at night

Baby mama bitching, I'm just trying to get my young'un right

Started with a dollar to a half a ticket

And I just signed my deal today

For all you rapping niggas. Money ain't a joke

You see me laughing niggas?

All my goonies they ain't talking, they just clapping niggas

You gonna think my dogg a roofer, brought a ladder with him

My other homie a mechanic, got his ratchet with him

And they shooting for real, they shooting to kill

I got some homies up state, they doing the wheel

I remember niggas shooting for dear life

30 years on us, cops pull with the red lights

We riding with them hammers

Know a couple young'uns that died before their grandma

I'm not trying to play with hammers

A lot of niggas fronted back when I was in the slammer

But now I got that paper in and I be going bananas

Like Tony Montana, Nino and the Carter got me leaning even harder

With this Nina in my cargoes

I can't meet 'em any farther

If the niggas want the work

Tell 'em meet me out North, 20-something in Berks

Used to be with 50 niggas, 20 of 'em got murked

20 done turned pussy, the other 10 put in work

Yeah! I'm screaming "this is the life"

If you ain't hooping then you whipping the white

They even hitting the pipe

I talked to 'em try to give them advice

Niggas get left, they wasn't living too right...

Yea! Niggas get left, they wasn't living too right

Y'all don't really hear me tho...

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