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4 all my niggaz - meek mill lyrics

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for all my real n*ggas

for all my n*ggas that ain’t here

for all my n*ggas that’s down right now

now this one is for my trill n*ggas

on the block, moving that rock, ducking cops all my real n*ggas

to get this change another chain n*gga
on the block, moving them things, switching lanes on them lame n*ggas

and this one is for my young n*ggas

on the block, busting them shots, ducking cops don’t be dumb n*ggas

just bring your all and get these ones n*ggas

never rat, never fold, n*ggas approach you bust your gun n*gga

when i cry, i cry real tears

for all my n*ggas that died wish i could back years

and bring them back here

for all my n*ggas locked and got life years

i’m on my grind all the time this the last year

we gon’ starvе flea on dog

there’s no limit to what i do, i’m mastеr p on guard

for that relish green like the celtics n*gga we ball hard
on the block running that rock like a b ball yard

i ain’t trying to be the hottest i’m trying to get my mind straight

tweety school private, a million dollar bank account

cruising on the island, tricking b*tches

reminiscing how we used to wild ’em

play the game foulin’

the water ain’t deep ’til you swimming with piranhas

with blood trailing from you and they swimming right behind you

the hood no good everybody think they riding

until you catch them slipping put some sh*t up in they noggin

they rather see you shot up before they see you pop up

the chain around your neck all fresh pulling that drop up

i came around the set nothing less where n*ggas cop up
so i had no choice but to grind and get this guap up

ever since a boy just my moms and my poppa

the streets been the old head they raised me as a rider

i don’t really f*ck with rap i do it cause i got to

i do it for my fans and for my mans for the dollars

now this one is for my trill n*ggas

on the block, moving that rock, ducking cops all my real n*ggas

to get this change another chain n*gga

on the block, moving them things, switching lanes on them lame n*ggas

and this one is for my young n*ggas

on the block, busting them shots, ducking cops don’t be dumb n*ggas

just bring your all and get these ones n*ggas

never rat, never fold, n*ggas approach you bust your gun n*gga

i know i bring you pain same time bring you joy

through all the sh*t we’ve been through you know i’m still your boy

you know i’mma ride we still got each other

taking care of lil’ brother you my one and only mother

look we ain’t doing bad in fact we doing good

i’mma make it with this rap we gon’ make it out the hood

put his hands on you i wish a n*gga would

coming through strapped up black mac black hood

was locked down for a minute i wasn’t gone long

i left you a little [?] i know i was wrong

you wrote me back to back letters told me stay strong

i had rainy days you was with me through the storm

that’s why i show you love dry your eyes give me hugs

nineteen years strong i ain’t go without the grub

you and my pop had up and downs

even though y’all separated everyday you used to come around

that’s why i love you mom, and i love you dad

your little soldier gon’ go far with this pen and pad

i know i’m sinning bad but ain’t n0body perfect

if being broke ain’t a joke ain’t n0body smirking

i know i pushed my little dime down time to time

but i’m stuck in the hood f*ck it i got to grind

its gon’ be real when i sign the line

cause i’mma get you paradise my little ain’t have to grind

cause i’m going to to do it for him i know he watching me

they way i living h*ll lil’ [?] couldn’t tell

i give him what he want make him think its all well

but he don’t see that razor and that work up on that scale

winter time grind with the woolrich and the taurus

its [?] but you know you got to take them orders

you got to move them quarters that’s how you get them o’s

got to crawl before you walk that’s just how the game goes

now this one is for my trill n*ggas

on the block, moving that rock, ducking cops all my real n*ggas

to get this change another chain n*gga

on the block, moving them things, switching lanes on them lame n*ggas

and this one is for my young n*ggas

on the block, busting them shots, ducking cops don’t be dumb n*ggas

just bring your all and get these ones n*ggas

never rat, never fold, n*ggas approach you bust your gun n*gga

i remember days being dead broke

i got so motherf*cking hungry man my head hurt

i had to get myself together make my head work

man at the same time keep my rap career first

but everybody know the hood can be the worst distraction

and when a n*gga disrespect you gun’s your first reaction

that’s how we living in the struggle all we got is pride

so when a n*gga take it from you sh*t you got to ride

murder homicide

so by all means necessary i’mma strive

to get my momma out the hood since my father died

if you don’t you don’t shine sh*t i got to try

a made man a brave man n*gga i am i

you keep your faith in money i keep mine in god

and the only thing that’s funny watch as i survive

on the road to the riches

me and my n*ggas counting dough

f*cking these hoes getting digits let’s go

now this one is for my trill n*ggas

on the block, moving that rock, ducking cops all my real n*ggas

to get this change another chain n*gga

on the block, moving them things, switching lanes on them lame n*ggas

and this one is for my young n*ggas

on the block, busting them shots, ducking cops don’t be dumb n*ggas

just bring your all and get these ones n*ggas

never rat, never fold, n*ggas approach you bust your gun n*gga

you feel me, real n*ggas do real thing

i hold down my set n*gga i f*ck with real n*ggas

we next up n*gga

get this money n*gga

go get this bloodhoundz n*gga

i let you f*ck them boys

i’m meek holla at your f*cking boy

man this sh*t real man headshot records

come on man

- meek mill lyrics

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