Fabolous - All For The Love (Freestyle) lyrics

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When ya think of me, ya think of the nicest

My slow flow's a modern day crisis, these freestyles are priceless

All ya gon hear is God damns & Jesus Christes

While these 90' beats become religious sacrifices

Rap game's ISIS, studio terrorism

Lira Galore came thru', helped me wit the lyricism

These is hard bars, type ya only hear in prison

Swag rap got ya blind, this shit'll clear yo vision

Grass cut low, so ya can catch em' being snake

Cause errybody real till ya catch 'em being fake

And I write my mean shit when I'm in a nice mood

And Friday's ain't been this good since Ice Cube's

See, behind erry nice dude is a monster

They say, behind erry bad bitch is a sponsor

Just remember that this time could be yo last time

That's why I'm out here rapping like it's my last rhyme

So, stop complainin' & get in yo swag

In otha words, get out yo feelings & get in yo bag

My nigga, yo biggest problem is ya care too much

And ya always around, ya be there too much

And it's, Fuck what ya heard cause ya hear too much

Ya just a looking ass nigga & ya stare too much

And ova here we don't care fo' such

It's so real, shorty still hop in & be like, Here's yo dutch

And now we rolling, blowing Cali in the whip, styling

She acting like it's a molly & her shit smiling

She ain't listen, she probably in the whip wilding

Suckin' like it's the Kylie Jenner Lip Challenge

Uh, play off game on the 70 inch

And I'm the type of player that neva get benched

Bitches wanna hang ya, neva the lynch

I'm tryna live this dream & neva get pinched

Just sumething 'bout my shit, I got it figured out

Bitch, I don't need yo number, I'm seven figured out

Nowadays, it looks like talk is all these niggas 'bout

Seems like the smallest pockets always have the biggest mouth

And being broke is a joke, I know I shouldn't laugh

That's why I come fo' errythin' they said I couldn't have

Befo' I go, only thing I want to mention is

Money ain't the root of all evil now, attention is

(Hook x2)

Chilling, sitting in a Ghost, quarter million

While all these niggas acting jealous in their feelings

Next few years, I'm a stack it to the ceiling

All fo' the luv & keep killing, yeah

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