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meek mill - 4 my real niggas lyrics

[intro: meek mill]
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

[hook: meek mill]
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

[verse 1: meek mill]
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’ starve flea on dog
there’s no limit to what i do, i’m master 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

[verse 2: ]
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

[verse 3: meek mill]
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

[outro: meek mill]
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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