| Song | Use To Be |
| Artist | Jordanne |
| Album | Dreamchasers 2 |
| Yea oh yea yea [Chorus] | |
| I used to be, | |
| I used to(Used to used to used to) | |
| I used to be, | |
| I used to(I used to be, I used to) | |
| I used to grind in the dirt | |
| I used to cry ’til it hurt | |
| I will look up to the heavens | |
| When is my time gonna come | |
| I used to be, | |
| I used toBut | |
| I never got used to | |
| Bein’ what | |
| I used to be | |
| So I used to be, | |
| I used to (yea) | |
| But I never got used to (neva’) | |
| Bein’ what | |
| I used to be[Meek] | |
| I was never used to n****s that was used to | |
| Bein’ broke so | |
| I started sellin’ coke | |
| Times got hard was sellin’ soap | |
| Skimmin’ just like the preacher | |
| In church, you sellin’ hope | |
| Now I’m gettin’ older, heart gettin’ colder | |
| Lookin’ at my son while his head lay on my shoulder | |
| Thinkin’ in my head “will | |
| I make it to see him grow up"Or will I catch a bullet from some these n****s throwinTry and take me out in the hood try and make it outN****s plotting on me, cops all stakin’ outTry and get a couple bricks so I could make a houseClose friends hatin’ on me, really try and play me outDamn, but n****s couldn’t deal with meIf they had Blackjack my shooters would still hit itNorth side of Philly where is real greedy, and dirty atWhere everyday they murder at[Chorus]I used to be, I used to(Used to used to used to)I used to be, I used to(I used to be, I used to)I used to grind in the dirtI used to cry ’til it hurtI will look up to the heavensWhen is my time gonna comeI used to be, I used toBut I never got used toBein’ what I used to beSo I used to be, I used toBut I never got used toBein’ what I used to be[Meek]When I was young I started planning it outMy daddy got killed, I was the man of the houseBy the age of 16, man them hammers was outSo when n****s tryin’ to hit me, I’m just handin’ them outCuz I ain’t tryna see my mom cryin’ and my sis’ mornin’So Imma let this little Mackie level rip on ‘emLouis Vuitton sneaks, watch the blood drip on ‘emFor all the times I bled, the tears I shedEvery time I made money, it was here I saidAnd if my n****s ask for it was “yea” I saidSellin’ butter just to get the fam breadI swear I got married to the streets and it was here I wedCuz I was never used to bein’ what I used toStarted all walkin’ down the roads, where’s the coop toImma let the top down every time I shoot throughTo give them motivation even though I know they hatin[chorus]I used to be, I used to(Used to used to used to)I used to be, I used to(I used to be, I used to)I used to grind in the dirtI used to cry ’til it hurtI will look up to the heavensWhen is my time gonna comeI used to be, I used toBut I never got used toBein’ what I used to beSo I used to be, I used toBut I never got used toBein’ what I used to be[Meek]The man with the gold makes the rulesAnd the one who makes the rules, break the rulesSome n****s make it alive, some make the newsIt’s either family or money, I hate to chooseCuz you need money just to feed the famAnd family keep you coolGot n***a on the paper, still I keep the toolN****s heard im gettin’ money so they creepin’ throughI keep my hand up on that hammer, what’s for me to doLet these n****s kill meTry to line me up so they can reel meI’m just givin’ you the real meStarted with a dollar, now I got it and I’m filthyN***a![chorus]I used to be, I used to(Used to used to used to)I used to be, I used to(I used to be, I used to)I used to grind in the dirtI used to cry ’til it hurtI will look up to the heavensWhen is my time gonna comeI used to be, I used toBut I never got used toBein’ what I used to beSo I used to be, I used toBut I never got used toBein’ what I used to be |
| Yea oh yea yea Chorus | |
| I used to be, | |
| I used to Used to used to used to | |
| I used to be, | |
| I used to I used to be, I used to | |
| I used to grind in the dirt | |
| I used to cry ' til it hurt | |
| I will look up to the heavens | |
| When is my time gonna come | |
| I used to be, | |
| I used toBut | |
| I never got used to | |
| Bein' what | |
| I used to be | |
| So I used to be, | |
| I used to yea | |
| But I never got used to neva' | |
| Bein' what | |
| I used to be Meek | |
| I was never used to n s that was used to | |
| Bein' broke so | |
| I started sellin' coke | |
| Times got hard was sellin' soap | |
| Skimmin' just like the preacher | |
| In church, you sellin' hope | |
| Now I' m gettin' older, heart gettin' colder | |
| Lookin' at my son while his head lay on my shoulder | |
| Thinkin' in my head " will | |
| I make it to see him grow up" Or will I catch a bullet from some these n s throwinTry and take me out in the hood try and make it outN s plotting on me, cops all stakin' outTry and get a couple bricks so I could make a houseClose friends hatin' on me, really try and play me outDamn, but n s couldn' t deal with meIf they had Blackjack my shooters would still hit itNorth side of Philly where is real greedy, and dirty atWhere everyday they murder at Chorus I used to be, I used to Used to used to used to I used to be, I used to I used to be, I used to I used to grind in the dirtI used to cry ' til it hurtI will look up to the heavensWhen is my time gonna comeI used to be, I used toBut I never got used toBein' what I used to beSo I used to be, I used toBut I never got used toBein' what I used to be Meek When I was young I started planning it outMy daddy got killed, I was the man of the houseBy the age of 16, man them hammers was outSo when n s tryin' to hit me, I' m just handin' them outCuz I ain' t tryna see my mom cryin' and my sis' mornin' So Imma let this little Mackie level rip on ' emLouis Vuitton sneaks, watch the blood drip on ' emFor all the times I bled, the tears I shedEvery time I made money, it was here I saidAnd if my n s ask for it was " yea" I saidSellin' butter just to get the fam breadI swear I got married to the streets and it was here I wedCuz I was never used to bein' what I used toStarted all walkin' down the roads, where' s the coop toImma let the top down every time I shoot throughTo give them motivation even though I know they hatin chorus I used to be, I used to Used to used to used to I used to be, I used to I used to be, I used to I used to grind in the dirtI used to cry ' til it hurtI will look up to the heavensWhen is my time gonna comeI used to be, I used toBut I never got used toBein' what I used to beSo I used to be, I used toBut I never got used toBein' what I used to be Meek The man with the gold makes the rulesAnd the one who makes the rules, break the rulesSome n s make it alive, some make the newsIt' s either family or money, I hate to chooseCuz you need money just to feed the famAnd family keep you coolGot n a on the paper, still I keep the toolN s heard im gettin' money so they creepin' throughI keep my hand up on that hammer, what' s for me to doLet these n s kill meTry to line me up so they can reel meI' m just givin' you the real meStarted with a dollar, now I got it and I' m filthyN a! chorus I used to be, I used to Used to used to used to I used to be, I used to I used to be, I used to I used to grind in the dirtI used to cry ' til it hurtI will look up to the heavensWhen is my time gonna comeI used to be, I used toBut I never got used toBein' what I used to beSo I used to be, I used toBut I never got used toBein' what I used to be |