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Meek Mill - Maybach Curtains (feat. Nas, John Legend & Rick Ross)

Maybach Curtains
Meek Mill
04:52
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[Hook: John Legend]
Look, how far we came
Through the fire, I stood knowing we would reign.
Feels like yesterday when all this was a dream,
Through these Maybach curtains
I see how life has changed.

[Intro: Meek Mill]
I think I'mma dedicate this one
To all the people that thought I wouldn't make it here.
Dreamchasers!

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Yeah, it was all a dream
On the corner servin' all them fiends,
Me and a bunch of my niggas, yeah, we was all a team.
The system labeled us killas, but momma called us kings,
Walked through the hall of a prison,
now it's the hall of fame,
And people got the nerve to ask
why I wear all these chains.
When I was booked, they had me shackled to the wall of shame,
So I'm just representin', better yet just reminiscin'.
Put down on that Bentley truck,
I used to want the Expedition,
Now it's bigger things, grew up and got bigger dreams,
'Cause in my hood, niggas try
to smoke you just like nicotine,
And this money shit ain't funny,
all the shit it brings
You bound to lose your family and your friends,
boy, this shit is mean.
And birthdays was the worst days,
Last week I made a hundred on a Thursday,
And Club Liv got me sinnin' on a church day,
Stevie J all on the mic,
he screamin' out my birthplace, Philly,
We back!

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Nas]
I'm blunted. You wanna see life's meaning?
On the radio Al Green while Mom's cleanin',
Mom's singing along with the songs,
And shortly I learned the words to 'em.
Nerf balls, I threw 'em,
But now I'm a perfectionist to a fault like Jesus,
Judgin' his own miracles,
but he won't 'cause he automatic.
I'm like an old blues singer living in the bottle,
Whose wife left him in the bottom,
Writing songs is how we solvin' the problem.
My liquid money's a hypnotist to your Mrs.,
Lay back like I'm in the chair of a dentist.
Nasir relentless, a freak like Prince is,
mystique like Sade,
Soon as I enter people, point and see my anointment.
I ain't tryna do too much,
Same time, I ain't no bum nigga not doin' enough,
But I ain't tryna do no dumb shit,
chasin' my tail in a circle.
I made it, so I'm chillin' now,
Transparent ceiling now.

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
The chorus cinematic, going back to Cali,
Young street nigga, late 80's suede Bally's,
Jewels like Rick the Ruler, looking like I ripped the jeweler.
I could cut a check, make some people hit your shooter,
Domino effect, you in that magic city,
Where all they do is flex, call it Milli Vanilli.
Coming from the bottom, my lil' nigga from Philly,
Young legend outta Queens, take over city to city.
Honor thou mother, go to war for my brother.
Giving sufficient funds to significant others,
Went from poor now women screamin' for my signature.
More war came from the bottom so I know the war,
Never worn, always on, y'all, niggas, lukewarm,
Talking cash over salads, heavy croûtons,
Cuban Linx's equivalent to having suits on,
Stretch Maybachs till they bring the coupes on.

[Hook]

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