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[Intro: Jordanne] Yeah (oh-oh) Yeah Yeah [Chorus: Jordanne & Meek Mill] I used to be a used-to (Used-to, used-to, used-to) I used to be a used-to (I used to be a used-to) I used to grind in the dirt I used to cry to 'til it hurt (Oh-ho-ho) I will look up to the heavens When is my time gonna come? I used to be a used-to But I never got used to Being what I used to be (Yeah, yeah) Said I used to be a used-to (Yeah) But I never got use to (Never) Being what I use to (Yeah) be (Uh!) [Verse 1: Meek Mill] I was never used to niggas that was used to... Being broke so I started selling coke (Coke, coke) Times got hard, was selling soap Scheming just like the preacher in church; he selling hope (Hope) Now I'm getting older, heart getting colder Looking at my son while his head lay on my shoulder Thinking in my head, "Will I make it to see him grow up? Or will I catch a bullet from something these niggas throwing?" Trying to take me out, in the hood trying to make it out (Out) Niggas plotting on me cops all staking out Trying to get a couple bricks so I can make a house Close friends hating on me, really tryna play me out Damn, but niggas couldn't deal with me If they had blackjack, my shooters would still hit them North side of Philly where it's real gritty And dirty at, where everyday they murder at [Chorus: Jordanne] I used to be a used-to (Used-to, used-to, used-to) I used to be a used-to (I used to be a used-to) I used to grind in the dirt I used to cry to 'til it hurt (Oh-ho-ho) I will look up to the heavens When is my time gonna come? I used to be a used-to But I never got used to Being what I used to be (Yeah, yeah) Said I used to be a used-to (Hey) But I never got use to Being what I use to (Yeah) be [Verse 2: Meek Mill] Yeah, 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, man, them hammers was out So when niggas trying to hit me, I'm just handing them out Cause I ain't trying to see my mom crying (Crying) And my sis mourning (Mourning) So I'ma let this little Mac 11 rip on them Louboutin sneaks, watch the blood drip on them For all the times I bled, the tears I shed Every time I made money, it was here, I said And if my niggas asked for it, it was "Yeah," I said Selling butter just to get the fam bread, I spread I got married to the streets and it was here I wed 'Cause I was never used to being what I used to Started off walking now the Rolls Royce a coup too I'ma let the top down every time I shoot through To give them motivation, even though I know they hating [Chorus: Jordanne] I used to be a used-to (Used-to, used-to, used-to) I used to be a used-to (I used to be a used-to) I used to grind in the dirt I used to cry to 'til it hurt (Oh-ho-ho) I will look up to the heavens When is my time gonna come? I used to be a used-to But I never got used to Being what I used to be (Yeah, yeah) Said I used to be a used-to But I never got use to Being what I use to (Yeah) be [Verse 3: Meek Mill] The man with the gold makes the rules And one 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 'Cause you need money just to feed the fam The family keep you cool Got a nigga on the papers; still, I keep the tool Niggas heard I'm getting money so they creeping through I keep my hand up on that hammer what's for me to do? Let these niggas kill me? (Yeah) Try to line me up so they can rail me? (Yeah) I'm just giving you the real me Started with a dollar now I got it and I'm filthy Nigga! [Chorus: Jordanne] I used to be a used-to (Used-to, used-to, used-to) I used to be a used-to (I used to be a used-to) I used to grind in the dirt I used to cry to 'til it hurt (Oh-ho-ho) I will look up to the heavens When is my time gonna come? I used to be a used-to But I never got used to Being what I used to be (Yeah, yeah) Said I used to be a used-to (Hey) But I never got use to Being what I use to (Yeah) be

 

Vertaling

[Intro: Jordanne] Yeah (oh-oh) Yeah Yeah [Chorus: Jordanne & Meek Mill] Ik was een gewoonte (used-to, used-to, used-to) Ik was een gewoonte (Ik was vroeger een tweedehandsje) I used to grind in the dirt Ik huilde tot het pijn deed. I will look up to the heavens When is my time gonna come? Ik was een gewoonte But I never got used to om te zijn wat ik was. (Yeah, yeah) Said Ik was een gewoonte (Ja) But I never got used to (Nooit) Being what I use to be Ja. (Uh!) [Verse 1: Meek Mill] Ik was nooit gewend aan niggas die gewend waren aan... blut te zijn, dus begon ik coke te verkopen. (Coke, coke) Times got hard, was selling soap Scheming just like the preacher in church; he selling hope (Hope) Nu word ik ouder, hart wordt kouder Kijkend naar mijn zoon terwijl zijn hoofd op mijn schouder ligt In mijn hoofd denkend, "Zal ik het halen om hem te zien opgroeien? Of zal ik een kogel opvangen van iets dat deze negers gooien?" Trying to take me out, in the hood trying to make it out (Out) Negers die een complot tegen me smeden. Agenten die me in de gaten houden. Proberen een paar stenen te krijgen zodat ik een huis kan maken. Goede vrienden haten me, proberen me echt uit te spelen Verdomme, maar die gasten kunnen me niet aan. Als ze blackjack hadden, zouden mijn schutters ze nog raken. Noordkant van Philly waar het echt smerig is And dirty at, where everyday they murder at [Chorus: Jordanne] I used to be a used-to (used-to, used-to, used-to) I used to be a used-to (Ik was vroeger een tweedehandsje) I used to grind in the dirt I used to cry 'til it hurt (Oh-ho-ho) I will look up to the heavens When is my time gonna come? I used to be a used-to But I never got used to om te zijn wat ik was. Ja, ja. Said I used to be a used-to (Hey) But I never got used to Being what I used to be Ja. [Verse 2: Meek Mill] Yeah, when I was young, I started planning it out My daddy got killed; I was the man of the house Tegen de tijd dat ik 16 was, man, waren de hamers uit. Dus toen negers me probeerden te slaan, deelde ik ze gewoon uit. Cause I ain't trying to see my mom crying (Crying) And my sis mourning (Rouwend) So I'ma let this little Mac 11 rip on them Louboutin sneaks, kijk het bloed druipt op hen Voor al de keren dat ik bloedde, de tranen die ik vergoot Every time I made money, it was here, I said En als mijn niggas erom vroegen, was het "Yeah," zei ik Boter verkopen alleen om de fam brood te krijgen, ik verspreidde Ik trouwde met de straat en het was hier dat ik trouwde 'Cause I was never used to being what I used to Begonnen met lopen, nu is de Rolls Royce ook een coup I'ma let the top down every time I shoot through To give them motivation, even though I know they hating [Chorus: Jordanne] I used to be a used-to (Used-to, used-to, used-to) I used to be a used-to (Ik was vroeger een tweedehandsje) I used to grind in the dirt I used to cry 'til it hurt (Oh-ho-ho) I will look up to the heavens When is my time gonna come? I used to be a used-to But I never got used to om te zijn wat ik was. (Yeah, yeah) Said I used to be a used-to But I never got used to Being what I used to be (Yeah) [Verse 3: Meek Mill] De man met het goud maakt de regels And one 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 'Cause you need money just to feed the fam The family keep you cool Ik heb een neger in de krant; toch hou ik het gereedschap Niggas heard I'm getting money so they creeping through I keep my hand up on that hammer what's for me to do? Me door die nikkers laten vermoorden? (Yeah) Me in de rij zetten zodat ze me kunnen pakken? (Yeah) Ik geef je gewoon de echte ik Begonnen met een dollar nu heb ik het en ik ben smerig Neger. [Chorus: Jordanne] I used to be a used-to (Used-to, used-to, used-to) Ik was een tweedehandsje (I used to be a used-to) I used to grind in the dirt I used to cry 'til it hurt (Oh-ho-ho) I will look up to the heavens When is my time gonna come? I used to be a used-to But I never got used to om te zijn wat ik was. (Yeah, yeah) Said I used to be a used-to (Hey) But I never got used to Om te zijn wat ik gewend was