Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to “Otherside Of America” by Meek Mill. The song was co-produced by SHROOM & Butter Beats.
Meek Mill Otherside Of America
Right when the song kicks off, Donald Trump’s polarizing voice roars on as he addresses the Black community.
“What do you have to lose?” he asks. “You’re living in poverty, your schools are no good, you have no jobs. 58% of your youth is unemployed. What the hell do you have to lose?”
Meek Mill argues that POCs in America have a lot to lose. For instance, their lives…
For the last week, tensions have hit a new high across the nation with protests and riots breaking out in support of the Black Lives Matter movement. George Floyd’s death was the final straw and now, we’re fighting for change to prevent the next hashtag. Meek Mill has always been a loud voice on racial issues in America, advocating for justice reform. It looks like police reform is also on his wishlist.
“Otherside Of America” is his latest musical release, coming via Maybach Music Group and Atlantic. Meek has been using the term “otherside of America” for quite some time and now, he’s got a song to describe how he feels on the issue.
Meek Mill – Otherside Of America (prod. SHROOM & Butter Beats)
Lyrics
[Intro: Donald Trump]
What do you have to lose?
You’re living in poverty
Your schools are no good
You have no jobs
58% of your youth is unemployed
What the hell do you have to lose?
[Refrain: Meek Mill]
Reportin’ live from the other side of America
[Verse 1]
Mama let me sip the forty, I was just a shorty (Damn)
Then I started spittin’ godly, then they said ‘record me’
I feel like this shit was for me, this shit just my story (Facts)
Yeah, uh
Jumped off the porch
I got a Porsche, won’t take it back
I’m on the block with the killers and holdin’ my own, of course (Yeah, check, check)
I seen my mom and dad separate, ain’t talkin’ divorce (Talkin’ divorce)
Said daddy was livin’ by the fire, and he died by the torch (Check, check)
I’m where the AKs is, we like the Bébé’s Kids
Ain’t have a daddy, I listened to suckas the same way that Ray Ray did
I’m totin’ Smith &’s and HKs and I just was a grade A kid
Ain’t have no guidance, we grew up with hitters and did everything they said
Point out the block, we spinnin’ that (Spinnin’)
Run in the spot, we gettin’ that (Get it)
Give us some work, we flippin’ that (Flippin’)
I’m hittin’ from jail, they ain’t hittin’ back
I need a lawyer, money for commissary, and nobody ain’t sendin’ that
I’m in my cell like, “When I get out, I’m makin’ a movie, no Cinemax” (Woo)
Yeah, back home and I’m fresh on bail
Phone chirpin’, it was next to Tell
Block popppin’, it was extra sales
Big dogs, they ain’t showin’ remorse
I was beggin’ just to catch a sale
Same block, we was goin’ to war
I was prayin’ I ain’t catch a shell (Check)
[Chorus]
Uh, we was starvin’ for a thousand nights
Livin’ like we tryna die tonight
Glock .40 sound like dynamite
I was fuckin’ up my cop money
Sellin’ soap like it’s China white
OG’s said, “You fuckin’ the block up”
I was mad, I was tryna fight
Nigga, we hungry
Mama at work, daddy, he dead, nigga we lonely
Stomach growlin’ like a AMG, goin’ to bed, we hungry
Uzi on me, all my friends are dead, nigga, we lonely
Reportin’ live from the other side of America
[Verse 2]
Reportin’ live from the other side (Yeah)
Same corner where my brothers died (Yeah)
Livin’ life, we ain’t got a care
Told my mama I ain’t dyin’ here (No)
.40 on me, I ain’t buyin’ beer (No)
Ain’t have a will, now I’m flyin’ Lear
Bunch of felons on the jet with me
Make a movie like it’s Con Air
Started off in the basement
Now it’s rooftops and LeBron there
Still fightin’ open cases
Out on bail, nigga, but it’s my year
Summertime, it get cold out
Heater on me like a Moncler
Closet bigger than my old house
Thinkin’ ’bout it, I was fine there
Came out the dirt (Dirt)
Dedicated, I was makin’ it work
Medicated, I was takin’ them Percs
Devastated when my niggas got murked
Educated, had to get to it first
I knew trappin’, it would get me in jail
Playin’ with pistols, it would get me a hearse
But I ain’t give a fuck, send me to church (Woo)
Yeah, they gotta catch me in traffic (Traffic)
I ain’t with none of this rap shit (Rap shit)
I’ve been tryna run from these caskets
All this pain built in me, nigga
You don’t want none of this action
Go get some money and feed your fam
‘Cause this is a fuckin’ disaster, yeah
[Chorus]
Uh, we was starvin’ for a thousand nights
Livin’ like we tryna die tonight
Glock .40 sound like dynamite
I was fuckin’ up my cop money
Sellin’ soap like it’s China white
OG’s said, “You fuckin’ the block up”
I was mad, I was tryna fight
Nigga, we hungry
Mama at work, daddy, he dead, nigga we lonely
Stomach growlin’ like a AMG, goin’ to bed, we hungry
Uzi on me, all my friends are dead, nigga, we lonely
Reportin’ live from the other side of America
[Outro: Meek Mill & Michael Smercornish]
I always dreamed too, of being like, on like CNN and being able to like express myself
And, and, and speak for like the voiceless young men of America (Do it)
The first step, I would say, I grew up in American in a ruthless neighborhood where we were not protected by police, uh
We grew up in ruthless environments, we grew up around murder, you see murder
You see seven people die a week, I think you would probably carry a gun yourself
Would you?
Uh, yeah, I probably would
