The End
Meek Mill Lyrics


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Yeah, we back in the hood
I like recording in Philly
Put me in my zone
(Philly, wassup?)

I remember it was no lights
Mattress on the floor
A thousand roaches, four mice
Yeah, I remember it was no lights
Yeah, I remember it was no lights
Mattress on the floor
A thousand roaches, four mice
Yeah I remember all the cold nights (I do)
Niggas sold white just to live the low life
Ralph Laurenin, I was sinning
The crazy part is the designer ain't wanna send it
The dope dealer, was I Emmet
And not magic, you couldn't imagine
The shit I saw, had no choice but to get involved
You either spit it raw, or sell crack and dribble the ball
It's crazy when I seen my own neighbor hitting the soft
I was thinking in my head like I gotta get with this raw
Shit's getting tow up, as she watch me grow up
Right in front of the kids, she fucking her nose up
She's thinking like so what
My homie got colder
She even sold a nintendo, I'm thinking like hol' up
I done seen my homie mommy turn into a zombie
And it was like New Jersey Drive the way we throw them johnnies
The way we stole them cars
Slide through like a bowling ball
Ain't had nowhere to go at all
Who thought that we would go this far?
Matter fact, who thought that we would live this long?
I got the money and the power, made a nigga strong
I had respect before that
'Cause every fight, I fought back
'Cause I was always taught that
A nigga hit you hold that
Down baby, now it's thirty rounds baby
As I'm riding through my hood
It been going down crazy in this bitch
Where they murder for a half a pound baby
So imagine for a kilo
Shark in the water, nemo
Skinny niggas with a full pound, turn to Deebo
Got the four five and the six call it Cee-Lo
Ya'll niggas talking 'bout murder, that ain't be though
Fuck around and get your life took nigga, repo
Fuck what niggas tell us, I see 'em and know they jealous
Steppin" in my Margielas this nina like my umbrella
Ballin' like I'm Melo
And kinging like I'm Coretta
They tina my beretta and singing I won't do never
We shooting at all you pussies
Ringing on all you niggas
My city body for body
My finger all on the trigger
I'm ready my niggas heavy
Yellow gold all on my prezi
I'm switching gears in my rari
I'm feeling like I'm Andretti
I'm Freddie all in your dreams
Lean Like I'm Kareem
750 my beam I'm clean fuck do you mean
My team full of gorillas
Killers on 4 wheelers
They stuck me back in the trap
Fresh off of tour nigga
They wanna see my demise
Wanna see me with no job
They talking back on the corner
Fifty niggas we mob
With choppers like fuck the coppers
Duckin' them helicopters
They wanna lock us in boxes
Courthouses and teleprompters
They jealous my album sellin'
Jealous that I ain't jealous
They jealous that I ain't tellin'
I'm focused no I ain't failin'
Propellin' up in the sky
Jealous that I ain't die
They jealous a nigga made it
They jealous I don't know why
I don't understand y'all suckas
I guess I ain't meant to




Pussy motherfuckers
Lemme me tell 'em what I been through

Overall Meaning

The lyrics in "The End" by Meek Mill tell us the story of his past life growing up in the hood. He talks about the times when he had no electricity in his house, and he slept on the floor with a thousand roaches and four mice. He reminisces on the times when his neighbor sold drugs, which resulted in her becoming a drug addict. He also talks about how drugs and crime were a part of his everyday life, with people selling crack and stealing cars. Meek speaks about his journey from that life to where he is now, his success and wealth, and how they have made him stronger. He mentions how people try to bring him down, but he continues to rise above it.


In simple words, Meek Mill is telling us his story of resilience, struggles, and triumph over his past.


"The End" was the outro of Meek Mill's mixtape, "Dreamchasers 2". The song was produced by All Star and Key Wane.


Line by Line Meaning

Yeah, we back in the hood
Meek Mill and his crew are returning to their neighborhood


I like recording in Philly
Meek prefers to record his music in his hometown of Philadelphia


Put me in my zone
He needs the right environment to create his best work


(Philly, wassup?)
A shout out to his city


I remember it was no lights
Meek recalls a time where he did not have electricity


Mattress on the floor
He did not have proper furnishings


A thousand roaches, four mice
His living conditions were infested with pests


Niggas sold white just to live the low life
People in his neighborhood would sell drugs just to scrape by


Ralph Laurenin, I was sinning
Meek used to indulge in designer clothing, despite his illegal activities


The crazy part is the designer ain't wanna send it
He was able to acquire designer clothes through illegal means but the actual designer did not want their brand associated with him


The dope dealer, was I Emmet
Meek compares himself to notorious drug dealer, Frank Lucas, but realizes his reality was different


And not magic, you couldn't imagine
The harsh living conditions in his neighborhood and the crime he witnessed were unimaginable


The shit I saw, had no choice but to get involved
Growing up in such an environment, Meek felt as though he had no other option but to get involved in illegal activities


You either spit it raw, or sell crack and dribble the ball
People in his neighborhood could either pursue a career in music, or sell drugs and play basketball to escape their situation


It's crazy when I seen my own neighbor hitting the soft
Meek witnessed his neighbor using drugs


I was thinking in my head like I gotta get with this raw
He thought that selling drugs was the only way to escape poverty and make something of himself


Shit's getting tow up, as she watch me grow up
Meek's neighborhood was becoming more dangerous as he grew up


Right in front of the kids, she fucking her nose up
Drug use was prevalent and easily visible to the children in his neighborhood


She's thinking like so what
People were becoming desensitized to this reality


My homie got colder
Meek's friends were becoming more involved in crime


She even sold a nintendo, I'm thinking like hol' up
Even Meek's childhood friends were resorting to drug dealing to make money


I done seen my homie mommy turn into a zombie
Drug addiction had taken over the lives of those in his community


And it was like New Jersey Drive the way we throw them johnnies
The way drugs were dealt in his neighborhood was reminiscent of the movie 'New Jersey Drive'


The way we stole them cars
There was also a prevalence of auto theft in his area


Slide through like a bowling ball
They were constantly evading police and other authorities


Ain't had nowhere to go at all
There were no other opportunities or options for them to escape poverty


Who thought that we would go this far?
Meek reflects on how much his life has changed since growing up in such a tough environment


Matter fact, who thought that we would live this long?
Given the danger and violence in his neighborhood, it's amazing that he and his friends are still alive


I got the money and the power, made a nigga strong
Meek has leverage and influence because of his success and wealth


I had respect before that
He gained respect based on his talent and perseverance before his success


'Cause every fight, I fought back
Meek never backed down from a challenge


'Cause I was always taught that
His upbringing instilled a strong sense of resilience and perseverance in him


A nigga hit you hold that
If someone tries to attack you, you should be able to withstand it and not back down


Down baby, now it's thirty rounds baby
Meek has the firepower to protect himself and his crew


As I'm riding through my hood
Meek reflects on his past and how far he's come


It been going down crazy in this bitch
His neighborhood is still ridden with crime and violence


Where they murder for a half a pound baby
Drug trafficking and sales are still active in his area which can be dangerous


So imagine for a kilo
Dealing with larger quantities of drugs means greater danger


Shark in the water, nemo
In this world there are those who will prey on those who appear to be vulnerable


Skinny niggas with a full pound, turn to Deebo
Having a firearm can be a source of power in his community


Got the four five and the six call it Cee-Lo
Meek and his crew have different weapons at their disposal


Ya'll niggas talking 'bout murder, that ain't be though
Talk is cheap and doesn't equate to actual actions


Fuck around and get your life took nigga, repo
In Meek's neighborhood, danger and violence are always looming


Fuck what niggas tell us, I see 'em and know they jealous
Meek can see jealousy in others' eyes despite them trying to deny it


Steppin'' in my Margielas this nina like my umbrella
His firearm feels like a shield that can protect him just like an umbrella protects from harsh weather


Ballin' like I'm Melo
Meek is successful and living a life of luxury, similar to basketball player Carmelo Anthony


And kinging like I'm Coretta
He feels like a leader in his community, just like Coretta Scott King was a leader in the civil rights movement


They tina my beretta and singing I won't do never
Those who criticize Meek's success will never see him fail


We shooting at all you pussies
Meek is not afraid to defend himself and his crew


Ringing on all you niggas
He'll come after anyone who tries to bring him or those he cares about harm


My city body for body
His loyalty lies with his hometown and he'll fight to protect it


My finger all on the trigger
Meek is always ready to act if necessary


I'm ready my niggas heavy
His crew is prepared for whatever comes their way


Yellow gold all on my prezi
He wears a luxurious watch covered in gold


I'm switching gears in my rari
Meek has a high-end sports car and is living his best life


I'm feeling like I'm Andretti
He feels like a racecar driver, famous for the Andretti name, due to his fast and luxurious lifestyle


I'm Freddie all in your dreams
Meek is constantly on the minds of his haters and critics


Lean Like I'm Kareem
Meek has a relaxed attitude about his success and wealth, similar to basketball player Kareem Abdul-Jabbar who had a laid-back playing style


750 my beam I'm clean fuck do you mean
He has a luxury car and is financially successful, so he doesn't care what others have to say


My team full of gorillas
His crew is strong and tough like gorillas


Killers on 4 wheelers
He knows people who are dangerous and have motorcycles or quads which they use for dangerous activities


They stuck me back in the trap
Despite his success, Meek is still connected to his past and the lifestyle he grew up with


Fresh off of tour nigga
He had just come back from a successful music tour


They wanna see my demise
People want to see Meek fail


Wanna see me with no job
They want him to lose his success and go back to poverty


They talking back on the corner
People are gossiping and talking bad about Meek even though he's no longer involved in illegal activities


Fifty niggas we mob
He's still connected to his neighborhood and has a large group of people supporting him


With choppers like fuck the coppers
He has weapons and doesn't care about law enforcement


Duckin' them helicopters
He's familiar with evading helicopters from his past and criminal activity


They wanna lock us in boxes
The authorities are trying to imprison people who are involved in criminal activities


Courthouses and teleprompters
He feels like his life is constantly being scrutinized in court and on television


They jealous my album sellin'
Others are envious of his music success


Jealous that I ain't jealous
They're surprised that he hasn't let his success change him or make him jealous of others


They jealous that I ain't tellin'
His haters are surprised that he won't reveal or expose anyone else's secrets just to get ahead


I'm focused no I ain't failin'
He's staying persistent and not letting negativity get in his way


Propellin' up in the sky
He's rising to the top and enjoying his success


Jealous that I ain't die
His haters are surprised that he hasn't been killed or harmed given the violence in his neighborhood


They jealous a nigga made it
His success is envied by others


They jealous I don't know why
Meek doesn't understand why other people are so envious of him


I don't understand y'all suckas
He doesn't understand the hate and jealousy directed towards him


I guess I ain't meant to
Some people will never be happy with his success and he's decided to move on


Pussy motherfuckers
He has no respect for those who hate on him


Lemme me tell 'em what I been through
Meek is reflecting on his past struggles and how they've shaped him into who he is now




Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Robert Rihmeek Williams

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loveforthe90s

I was 23 when I used to listen to this, broke - all I wanted was to be successful - now I’m making 30K/mo thank god im finally here

Draye Hunnid

Respect brother Man

Ian Kelly

You inspire me

Gyro Xaver

THATS 360K A YEAR!! HOW U DO THAT??

wolface213

I feel like i said this 3 years ago it’s only been a month wtf😭

Phoenix-Element

You deserve all the blessings

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Francisco Diaz

this album always blows me away, so much power, emotion, fun, and reminds me to chase my dreams and ignore all the haters and give it all I got everyday. thank you #meekmill

LDC Leandrinho

This track give me strengh 👊

Nicholas Johnson

on god

Knh

super powers bro

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