Meek Mill, Oschino - All Good A Week Ago lyrics

[Meek Mill, Oschino - All Good A Week Ago lyrics]

Question what does an old head and a
Young bull have in common?
Know the answer, anbody's liable to snitch
Real niggas stand up Philly Flamers

I said the feds gave my nigga brick
Dime for an ounce of crack
And they gave my nigga a dub for a bird
Stand up niggas caught their
Cases took the time
Feds came to get them they
Ain't say a fucking word
I know niggas that was OGs
Ratted on their own team
Took their whole clique down time
For them to sit down
Same niggas acting tough tell them
You a bitch now nigga used to do it big fuck
'em I'm the shit now real niggas stand up
And if you did it then
There's consequences nigga man up
I remember them hungry day
Cutting them grams up
I stack a couple hundreds just
To save a grand up
From a hundred dollars to a hundred thousand
Get you a couple bricks flood
The hood like public housing
I was in the stands just
Watching like I was scouting
Pepping out all the players
Balling Dion Waiters
Niggas in my hood are suckers beyond haters
Act hard but melt faster than Now & Laters
I just take a point I grab my the nine later
Rules to the game laugh now and cry later
Live now and die later
Fast cars, fast bitches
Live the fast life you better fall fast nigga
It ain't about who got the most
It about who last nigga
And fuck a first place as long
As I ain't last nigga and I'm in the race
I'm too hungry to let a nigga taste
You trying to reach catch them in your face
My niggas ride like it's the interstate
It ain't my birthday I'm getting cake
I remember sitting in the cell
Watching as my life replay
Writing the feds got him up in VA
And free my nigga Lil' they
Got him upstate PA
State gave my nigga Rick life
Nineteen he ain't get to live half his life
I was five I seen them
Lock my dad casket tight
And since then I've been clutching
On the ratchet tight

It was '05 moving birds Boston Market
Boss of the corner chilling
In my corner office it was all good
Paper flowing like the Nile River
Some young and wild niggas
In the winter rocked the mink and in
The summer dropped the top on 'em
Every other day different watch on 'em
They my niggas switched sides on me
Said they gon' ride on me
Shot me in front of my son
He was just five hommie
Should've cause a nigga went insane
Kingpins run the game nigga never been afraid
Bullet wounds still bleeding niggas
Bang them niggas back
Get rocks sold up that's how
We live in this habitat
Never rat real deal, I was never an impostor
Cops sounding like Biggie Smalls
Asking who shot you
Don't worry about it pig
I'll handle my own
Call up bang on niggas like I'm alone
One minute you a kingpin chilling with a mink
Next you a convict washing
Drawers in the sink
This the land of the homicide
Where y'all about the dollar
Most niggas here going to
Die before their grandfather
Niggas did like Rottweiler
No gas in his crib so he
Can't take a hot shower
Grab his 30 gage give a nigga hot shower
Cause they can't afford a burger
Or a fucking Caesar Salad that's real

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