All Good A Week Ago lyrics

[Intro: DJ Drama]
Question
What does an old head and a young bull have in common?
Know the answer, anbody's liable to snitch
Real n*ggas stand up Philly Flamers

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I said the feds gave my n*gga brick dime for an ounce of crack
And they gave my n*gga [?] a dub for a bird
Stand up n*ggas caught their cases took the time
Feds came to get them they ain't say a f*cking word
I know n*ggas that was OGs ratted on their own team
Took their whole clique down time for them to sit down
Same n*ggas acting tough tell them you a b*tch now
n*gga used to do it big f*ck 'em I'm the sh*t now
Real n*ggas stand up
And if you did it then there's consequences n*gga man up
I remember them hungry day cutting them grams up
I stack a couple hundreds just to save a grand up
From a hundred dollars to a hundred thousand
Get you a couple bricks flood the hood like public housing
I was in the stands just watching like I was scouting
Pepping out all the players, balling Dion Waiters
n*ggas in my hood are suckers beyond haters
Act hard but melt faster than Now & Laters
I just take a point I grab my the nine later
Rules to the game laugh now and cry later
Live now and die later
Fast cars, fast b*tches
Live the fast life you better fall fast n*gga
It ain't about who got the most it about who last n*gga
And f*ck a first place as long as I ain't last n*gga
And I'm in the race, I'm too hungry to let a n*gga taste
You trying to reach catch them in your face
My n*ggas ride like its the interstate
It ain't my birthday I'm getting cake
I remember sitting in the cell watching as my life replay
Writing [?] the feds got him up in VA
And free my n*gga Lil' they got him upstate PA
State gave my n*gga Rick [?] life
Nineteen he ain't get to live half his life
I was five I seen them lock my dad casket tight
And since then I've been clutching on the ratchet tight
[Verse 2: Oschino]
It was '05 moving birds Boston Market
Boss of the corner chilling in my corner office
It was all good, paper flowing like the Nile River
[?] some young and wild n*ggas
In the winter rocked the mink and in the summer dropped the top on 'em
Every other day different watch on 'em
They my n*ggas switched sides on me
Said they gon' ride on me
Shot me in front of my son he was just five hommie
Should've [?] cause a n*gga went insane
Kingpins run the game n*gga never been afraid
Bullet wounds still bleeding n*ggas bang them n*ggas back
Get rocks sold up that's how we live in this habitat
Never rat real deal, I was never an impostor
Cops sounding like Biggie Smalls asking who shot you
Don't worry about it pig, I'll handle my own
Call up [?] bang on n*ggas like I'm alone
One minute you a kingpin chilling with a mink
Next you a convict washing drawers in the sink
This the land of the homicide where y'all about the dollar
Most n*ggas here going to die before their grandfather
n*ggas did [?] like Rottweiler
No gas in his crib so he can't take a hot shower
Grab his 30 gage [?] give a n*gga hot shower
Cause they can't afford a burger or a f*cking Caesar Salad
That's real