Meek Mill
Blue Notes (Real Lyrics)
This is my blues
'Cause I'm back back down on my own again
This is the blue I'm playing
Yea it's a fine ol' thing
When the night is cold and lonely


[Meek Mill]

Wasn't the money that made me a savage
Popping them Percs and I made it a habit
Toting them pistols and severing them addicts
That was exciting to me
Was so excited to be
Started with nothing we had to inspire to be
N***as ain't flyer then me
I'm getting to it


Feel like the man, I got the plan
I got lil shooters they out with the band
Play with the squad get popped like a Xan
Popped like a Perc I'm going HAM
I'm going crazy on n***as, too for n***as
Do magic like a-la-kazaam
In the kitchen cook pots and a birdie
Take it out Atlanta and sell it for thirty
Then straight to the jeweler
I'm flexing a Rollie
To light up the city like Meechie on three
I got the plug you send 'em all three
Don't know these n***as these n***as know me
Even old n***as they call me OG
Young n***as but i put it down
We was on it when it wasn't 'round
Stay over there my g

[Meek Mill]

Do me a favor
Take a few steps back
And look at yourself
Matter fact, take yourself out your body... and then look at yourself
And see how you playing yourself
Congratulations
It's the motherfuckin' Chasers
You feel me

[Meek Mill]

Gave you the plug
Tried to be real with some n***as
And put 'em on money and show 'em some love
You did me a favor, I knew you was sheisty
I knew you would show who you was
It's only a matter of time 'fore n***as get lying
And get hit with them slugs
Get found in a pool of your blood
Yeah n***a

'Member they told me that we'll fail
'Member they said that we'll see a cell
Down with that semi like Cam Newton
I'm in the field like the NFL
N***as 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 diesease but I'm sick of cells
Sick and tired of sending n***as mail
Calling n***as just to get bail
I just seen a n***a get a L
Never coming home, minute on the phone
Sick and tired of seeing n***as fail
Sick and tired of seeing n***as lose
Sinning like we tryna get to hell





This is my blues
'Cause I'm back back down on my own again
This is the blue I'm playing
Yea it's a fine ol' thing
When the night is cold and lonely


[Meek Mill]

Wasn't the money that made me a savage
Popping them Percs and I made it a habit
Toting them pistols and severing them addicts
That was exciting to me
Was so excited to be
Started with nothing we had to inspire to be
N***as ain't flyer then me
I'm getting to it


Feel like the man, I got the plan
I got lil shooters they out with the band
Play with the squad get popped like a Xan
Popped like a Perc I'm going HAM
I'm going crazy on n***as, too for n***as
Do magic like a-la-kazaam
In the kitchen cook pots and a birdie
Take it out Atlanta and sell it for thirty
Then straight to the jeweler
I'm flexing a Rollie
To light up the city like Meechie on three
I got the plug you send 'em all three
Don't know these n***as these n***as know me
Even old n***as they call me OG
Young n***as but i put it down
We was on it when it wasn't 'round
Stay over there my g

[Meek Mill]

Do me a favor
Take a few steps back

And look at yourself

Matter fact, take yourself out your body... and then look at yourself

And see how you playing yourself

Congratulations
It's the motherfuckin' Chasers

You feel me

[Meek Mill]

Gave you the plug
Tried to be real with some n***as
And put 'em on money and show 'em some love
You did me a favor, I knew you was sheisty
I knew you would show who you was
It's only a matter of time 'fore n***as get lying
And get hit with them slugs
Get found in a pool of your blood
Yeah n***a

'Member they told me that we'll fail
'Member they said that we'll see a cell
Down with that semi like Cam Newton
I'm in the field like the NFL
N***as 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 diesease but I'm sick of cells
Sick and tired of sending n***as mail
Calling n***as just to get bail
I just seen a n***a get a L
Never coming home, minute on the phone
Sick and tired of seeing n***as fail
Sick and tired of seeing n***as 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
Yea it's a fine ol' thing
When the nights are cold and lonely


This is my midnight blues