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 Niggas 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 niggas, too for niggas 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 niggas these niggas know me Even old niggas they call me OG Young niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas get lying And get hit with them slugs Get found in a pool of your blood Yeah nigga '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 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 diesease but I'm sick of cells Sick and tired of sending niggas mail Calling niggas just to get bail I just seen a nigga get a L Never coming home, 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 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 Niggas 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 niggas, too for niggas 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 niggas these niggas know me Even old niggas they call me OG Young niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas get lying And get hit with them slugs Get found in a pool of your blood Yeah nigga '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 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 diesease but I'm sick of cells Sick and tired of sending niggas mail Calling niggas just to get bail I just seen a nigga get a L Never coming home, 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 Yea it's a fine ol' thing When the nights are cold and lonely This is my midnight blues