Meek Mill - 4 My Real n***as lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill] For all my real n***as For all my n***as that ain't here For all my n***as that's down right now [Hook: Meek Mill] Now this one is for my trill n***as On the block, moving that rock, ducking cops all my real n***as To get this change another chain n***a On the block, moving them things, switching lanes on them lame n***as And this one is for my young n***as On the block, busting them shots, ducking cops don't be dumb n***as Just bring your all and get these ones n***as Never rat, never fold, n***as approach you bust your gun n***a [Verse 1: Meek Mill] When I cry, I cry real tears For all my n***as that died wish I could back years And bring them back here For all my n***as 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***a 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**hes 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** 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***as 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** with rap I do it cause I got to I do it for my fans and for my mans for the dollars [Hook: Meek Mill] Now this one is for my trill n***as On the block, moving that rock, ducking cops all my real n***as To get this change another chain n***a On the block, moving them things, switching lanes on them lame n***as And this one is for my young n***as On the block, busting them shots, ducking cops don't be dumb n***as Just bring your all and get these ones n***as Never rat, never fold, n***as approach you bust your gun n***a [Verse 2: ] I know I bring you pain same time bring you joy Through all the sh** 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***a 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 nobody perfect If being broke ain't a joke ain't nobody smirking I know I pushed my little dime down time to time But I'm stuck in the hood f** 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 hell 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 [Hook: Meek Mill] Now this one is for my trill n***as On the block, moving that rock, ducking cops all my real n***as To get this change another chain n***a On the block, moving them things, switching lanes on them lame n***as And this one is for my young n***as On the block, busting them shots, ducking cops don't be dumb n***as Just bring your all and get these ones n***as Never rat, never fold, n***as approach you bust your gun n***a [Verse 3: Meek Mill] I remember days being dead broke I got so motherf**ing 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***a disrespect you gun's your first reaction That's how we living in the struggle all we got is pride So when a n***a take it from you sh** 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** I got to try A made man a brave man n***a 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***as counting dough f**ing these hoes getting digits let's go [Hook: Meek Mill] Now this one is for my trill n***as On the block, moving that rock, ducking cops all my real n***as To get this change another chain n***a On the block, moving them things, switching lanes on them lame n***as And this one is for my young n***as On the block, busting them shots, ducking cops don't be dumb n***as Just bring your all and get these ones n***as Never rat, never fold, n***as approach you bust your gun n***a [Outro: Meek Mill] You feel me, real n***as do real thing I hold down my set n***a I f** with real n***as We next up n***a Get this money n***a Go get this Bloodhoundz n***a I let you f** them boys I'm Meek holla at your f**ing boy Man this sh** real man Headshot records Come on man