All For Love

[Intro: Meek Mill]

Man, fuck all these niggas

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]

I used to have bad luck

Now you might see me in the land truck

Whole clique, full of real niggas that'll stand up

When you see them hammers out

Nigga put yo hands up

Matter fact put yo hands down nigga man up

Take this headshot, hit yo homie that's a and1

Shoot 'em, that's for rockin' out with shooters down til the van come

Feds tapped my I-Phone

Metro, and my Samsung

Block numbers callin' me and I don't know if to answer

Coke money comin' in, Rap money comin' too

I just bought a mulsanne

Shitted on them , number 2

Homie that's your boo-thang, my niggas we be runnin through

We pass her round like hot potato, Melly hit I fuck her too

Hammer dat, AK wit' a 50 I banana dat

Lifes got it's up and downs sorta like a camel back

If it's beef, I don't say a word my niggas handle that

Put 50 on Miami it won't even turn the channel back

Woah nigga, Die slow nigga

You got booked with 10 birds and you home nigga

I think you told nigga, you get exposed nigga

I easy pass up in yo bitch you paid a toll nigga

I drop, back on that paper ain't got no racks for these haters

My niggas trap in the field, silver and black like the raiders

This hatin' shit like a virus, niggas be catchin' them vapors

I spend a mil on my crib, barely be catchin' my neighbors

Cause I don't never be there, Northside i'm heavily there

Prolly be up in the hills, wit a bitch named Beverly there

I had a dream I got murdered I think the devil was there

Then woke up fingers on triggers [?]

[Verse 2: Spade-O]

You think of me, you think of a problem

Who, what, where, and how the fuck yo family gone pay for yo coffin

Hey main man we way pass the friend stage

Nigga left engaged, I hit you in yo face with a ten gauge

I'm from where it is, Nigga you from where the cash was

I bust a nigga head, And make him show me where the cash was

After us there should be no more

If it was so much love it would be no war

If they all were good girls, There would be no whores

And how much fun would that be, They're all gunnin at me

And no false alarms, So when I call to arms

All my niggas get wound tight like big balls of yarn

It's on, Drastic timing, Drastic living

I mean I feel an itch, I make rash decisions

I'm a street mathematician, I blew from a 62

You wouldn't believe the type things that white shit will do

From acer with the gap in his teeth

Ace of spade half a mill worth of crap on the streets

Started rappin' on beats, and pushin' rhymes like weight

Homie go and get yours, I got mines I'm straight

Spent most of my teenage years on a crate

5 dollars at a time in pursuit of Bill Gates

Wait, I'm a nigga you gotta see tho

I'm sum'n like a mix between Debo and Tim Tebow

My steelo I bogard like Humphry

The rims on the Benz make that bitch look Comfy

Chump me, I dare a nigga try and pump me

The 4 pound a ground any niggas tryna jump me

Get goofy my trigger finger get loosey

Goosey shit I got blood on my gucci's

Oh well I go and get a new pair

This ain't the same ole shit

This is sum'n new here

Yeah it's no fear, Cause when I was serving time

They was rappin' bout sellin' bricks, and they were servin' dimes

It's fine, I move better in the dark

So when a nickel bag get sold in the park

Nigga I want in, 8's and 9's like I won him

But if them hoes ain't dimes shit I don't want them

I'm like a gem or like a diamond in the rough

The audemar is pristine no diamonds in the cuff

[Outro]