All For You

Lyrics

Are you ready? [Little Dee] This can't be life Can't be right but I can't decide Stop writin' and graft a life And just, pass the mic to a passer-by And go 'n' call it a day Cah by now I shoulda been half a write Marina shows and charter flights Big videos and party nights Then when I [Arthur White?] but I'd rather write If I shut the line then I can't survive They love ridin' out but don't park it right Until they gettin' caught and get harmonised I'm in the studio with my bro P Tryna find a beat so we can start a vibe And then started talkin' 'bout father life And what Sadie does and what Carter likes And you done him proud, brandy-drinking and bunning light Time flies and I'm runnin' out So I'm up 'n' out before the sun is out And I've sat in Hell for my little girl Big dreams from a little cell Running 'round in our little world, Daddy's little girl [Chorus by P Money] I just wanted you to know This ain't for the roads This ain't for the cars and clothes This ain't for the hoes Back to back a thousand shows, me and my bro This is so when I grow old, you've got your home I just wanted you to know This ain't for the roads This ain't for the cars and clothes This ain't for the hoes Back to back a thousand shows, me and my bro This is so when I grow old, you've got your home [P Money] Whether or not you've got one No ones in the way Our priorities' supposed to change No more working for change That's gotta be changed These nappies gotta get changed Cot needs building, all the beds gotta be made These so-called trappers are strange You came in Louis and Gucci Your son's in Primark clothes, what the fuck that's lame You took a sket hotel, coulda bought him a game Do you understand what man's saying? Huh? Tryna promote and man's not playing I got mouths to feed and man's not spraying If man's not paying I feel my ground and I start sugar ratin' Weigh a man in at the weigh-in Then find my way out through the way in 'Cause this jail I can't afford to spend a day in I got a son to raise Lemme say that again I got a son to raise Give to what charity I got funds to raise And get out this city with the guns ablaze Why d'you think I record for days Grinding every week gotta be on the stage Forget cars and clothes and hoes (they're fake) I got a message for you when you hear this tape [Chorus by P Money] I just wanted you to know This ain't for the roads This ain't for the cars and clothes This ain't for the hoes Back to back a thousand shows, me and my bro This is so when I grow old, you've got your home I just wanted you to know This ain't for the roads This ain't for the cars and clothes This ain't for the hoes Back to back a thousand shows, me and my bro This is so when I grow old, you've got your home I just wanted you to know This ain't for the roads This ain't for the cars and clothes This ain't for the hoes Back to back a thousand shows, me and my bro This is so when I grow old, you've got your home I just wanted you to know This ain't for the roads This ain't for the cars and clothes This ain't for the hoes Back to back a thousand shows, me and my bro This is so when I grow old, you've got your home I just wanted you to know This ain't for the roads This ain't for the cars and clothes This ain't for the hoes Back to back a thousand shows, me and my bro This is so when I grow old, you've got your home I just wanted you to know This ain't for the roads This ain't for the cars and clothes This ain't for the hoes Back to back a thousand shows, me and my bro This is so when I grow old, you've got your home