Meek Mill, Spade-O - All For Love lyrics

Man, fuck all these niggas

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 IPhone
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

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