Use to Be
Meek Mill Lyrics


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[Chorus]
I use to be a use to
I use to be a use to
I use to be a use to
I used to grind in the dirt
I used to cry to 'til it hurt
I will look up to the heavens
When is my time gonna come
I use to be a use to
But I never got use to
Being what I use to, be
Said I use to be a use to
But I never got use to
Being what I use to be

I was never use to niggas that was use to
Being broke so I started selling coke
Times got hard was selling soap
Scheming just like the preacher in church he selling hope
Now I'm getting older, heart getting colder
Looking at my son while his head lay on my shoulder
Thinking in my head will I make it to see him grow up
Or will I catch a bullet from something these niggas throwing
Trying to take me out, in the hood trying to make it out
Niggas plotting on me cops all staking out
Trying to get a couple bricks so I can make a house
Close friends hating on me really trying to play me out
Damn, but niggas couldn't deal with me
If they had blackjack my shooters would still hit them
North side of Philly where it's real gritty
And dirty at where everyday they murder at

[Chorus]

When I was young I started planning it out
My daddy got killed I was the man of the house
By the age of 16 man them hammers was out
So when niggas trying to hit me I'm just handing them out
Cause I ain't trying to see my mom crying, and my sis mourning
So I'mma let this little Mac 11 rip on them
Louis Vuitton sneaks watch the blood drip on them
For all the times I bled the tears I shed
Every time I made money it was here I said
And if my niggas asked for it it was yeah I said
Selling butter just to get the fam bread I spread
I got married to the streets and it was here I wed
Cause I was never used to being what I use to
Started off walking now the Rolls Royce a coup too
I'mma let the top down every time I shoot through
To give them motivation even though I know they hating

[Chorus]

The man with the gold makes the rules
And one who makes the rules break the rules
Some niggas make it alive, some make the news
It's either family or money, I hate to choose
Cause you need money just to feed the fam, the family keep you cool
Got a nigga on the papers still I keep the tool
Niggas heard I'm getting money so they creeping though
I keep my hand up on that hammer what's for me to do?
Let these niggas kill me?
Try to line me up so they can rail me?
I'm just giving you the real me
Started with a dollar now I got it and I'm filthy





[Chorus]

Overall Meaning

The song "Use To Be" by Meek Mill is a reflection on his past struggles and how he has evolved as a person over time. In the chorus of the song, Meek Mill reflects on his past and how he had to work hard to get where he is now. He talks about how he used to grind in the dirt and cry until it hurt, looking up at the heavens for guidance. However, he never got used to being what he used to be. The chorus reflects the feelings of someone who has worked hard to overcome their past but still struggles to fully leave it behind.


Meek Mill then goes on to describe the challenges he faced when he first started selling coke. He mentions how times got hard and he had to start selling soap. Meek Mill then talks about how he has evolved over time and how his heart has grown colder. He reflects on how he worries he might not get to see his son grow up because of the dangerous lifestyle he leads. He talks about how people are plotting against him and how he has to be vigilant all the time.


Meek Mill ends the song by reflecting on how far he has come. He talks about how he started from nothing and now owns a Rolls Royce. He also reflects on how he is feared by others and how he has kept a gun with him at all times to defend himself. Overall, the song is a reflection on Meek Mill's journey from a kid in the hood to a successful rapper. It is a powerful reminder of the struggles that people face on their way to success.


Line by Line Meaning

I use to be a use to
There was a time when I was useful to myself and others


I used to grind in the dirt
I used to work very hard and not get much in return


I used to cry to 'til it hurt
I used to be very emotional and express my feelings through tears


I will look up to the heavens
I will pray to God and ask for guidance


When is my time gonna come
I wonder when I will finally achieve the success that I have been working for


But I never got use to Being what I use to be
I could never go back to how things used to be, even though it was a time when I was useful


I was never use to niggas that was use to
I was not accustomed to people who were used to being poor and struggling financially


Being broke so I started selling coke
Since I was struggling financially, I resorted to selling drugs for money


Scheming just like the preacher in church he selling hope
I was like a preacher, selling hope to those who needed it, but in my case, I was selling drugs


Now I'm getting older, heart getting colder
As I am growing older, I am becoming less emotional and more jaded


Looking at my son while his head lay on my shoulder
As I hold my son, I think about the future and wonder if I will live long enough to see him grow up


Trying to take me out, in the hood trying to make it out
People are trying to kill me, but I am still trying to survive and make it out of the neighborhood


Close friends hating on me really trying to play me out
Even my closest friends are turning against me and trying to sabotage my success


When I was young I started planning it out
From a young age, I had a plan for my life


My daddy got killed I was the man of the house
When my father was killed, I became responsible for taking care of my family


So when niggas trying to hit me I'm just handing them out
When people try to attack me, I fight back and defend myself


Cause I ain't trying to see my mom crying, and my sis mourning
I do not want to witness the pain and suffering of my family members if something were to happen to me


I'mma let this little Mac 11 rip on them
I am willing to use violence to protect myself and my family


The man with the gold makes the rules
The person with the money has the power and influence


It's either family or money, I hate to choose
I have to choose between the needs of my family and the desire for money


Got a nigga on the papers still I keep the tool
Even though I am being watched by the police, I still carry a weapon for protection


Niggas heard I'm getting money so they creeping though
People are trying to come after me because they know I have money


I keep my hand up on that hammer what's for me to do?
I have no choice but to protect myself with a gun


I'm just giving you the real me
I am being honest and genuine with my audience


Started with a dollar now I got it and I'm filthy
I started with very little money, but now that I have become successful, I have more money than I know what to do with




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His ability to make you feel his pain through his lyrics is unbelievable💯

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