Spade-O - All For Love lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill] Man, f** all these n***as [Verse 1: Meek Mill] I used to have bad luck Now you might see me in the land truck Whole clique, full of real n***as that'll stand up When you see them hammers out n***a put yo hands up Matter fact put yo hands down n***a 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 sh**ted on them , number 2 Homie that's your boo-thang, my n***as we be runnin through We pa** her round like hot potato, Melly hit I f** 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 n***as handle that Put 50 on Miami it won't even turn the channel back Woah n***a, Die slow n***a You got booked with 10 birds and you home n***a I think you told n***a, you get exposed n***a I easy pa** up in yo b**h you paid a toll n***a I drop, back on that paper ain't got no racks for these haters My n***as trap in the field, silver and black like the raiders This hatin' sh** like a virus, n***as 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 b**h 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 f** yo family gone pay for yo coffin Hey main man we way pa** the friend stage n***a left engaged, I hit you in yo face with a ten gauge I'm from where it is, n***a you from where the cash was I bust a n***a 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 who*es 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 n***as 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 sh** 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 n***a 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 b**h look Comfy Chump me, I dare a n***a try and pump me The 4 pound a ground any n***as tryna jump me Get goofy my trigger finger get loosey Goosey sh** I got blood on my gucci's Oh well I go and get a new pair This ain't the same ole sh** 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 n***a I want in, 8's and 9's like I won him But if them hoes ain't dimes sh** 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]