All My Life
Akon ft. Styles P. Lyrics

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Scram, eh (Scram Jones)

Tony Soprano juice
Hit 'em, play the block and shot up the canvas too
Repping for my niggas gone, that's what Phantoms do
Get you dead at 25, yeah, that's what cannons do
All my niggas animals, got them hood-rats in them cheetah prints
I ain't even fucking her, she just get that heater in

Thinking 'bout the Aston Martin, I can play Anita in
Couple niggas doing life, I ain't gon' see again

Couple niggas owe money, somebody gotta bleed again
Styles don't even write his shit, I pray that I don't see the pen (I pray)
Selling crack out the same crib that we was sleeping in (same crib)
Dead broke, robbed the DJ 'fore we get the speakers in (c'mere)
Chain like Dasani, my pistol match the Armani
Tryna stay cool like Ghandi, my schemes be Ponzi
Same nigga had Christina Milian at Hajees (true story)
Cook you niggas over a grill, this shit Hibachi

For all of the homies that been locked up (locked up)
For all of the work that been chopped up (chopped up)
Cop you designer and stay shopped up up (shopped up)
Luxury V, stay dropped up (dropped up)
For all of the homies that been locked up (locked up)
For all of the work that been chopped up (chopped up)
Cop you designer and stay shopped up up (shopped up)
Luxury V, we stay dropped up (dropped up)

Couple homies going to jail
Me and East in Philipes, if you say we going to Chow
I let the shit ring, my nigga throw in the towel
Throw weed in the pipe before I'm going to Tao
I'm not wise enough, have never known a L
But I'm smart enough to stay low, always go on the prowl
This some grimey shit, I'm never going to trial
Shoot it out with the law, you know I'm going in style

You've been broke for a minute, ain't got no dough in a while
No soda but I've seen fiends leave with coke and a smile
Phillipe closed, fuck it, I make 'em open uptown
In love with the 'Rari but honestly the Rover my style (Range)
Violatin', think it's funny, watch how it go when you smile
Lost a lot of homies so my momma just hope that I smile
Purple tops, get familiar, I seen that coke in a vial
If I was hauling before, you know I'm hauling it now

For all of the homies that been locked up (locked up)
For all of the work that been chopped up (chopped up)
Cop you designer and stay shopped up up (shopped up)
Luxury V, stay dropped up (dropped up)
For all of the homies that been locked up (locked up)
For all of the work that been chopped up (chopped up)
Cop you designer and stay shopped up up (shopped up)
Luxury V, we stay dropped up (dropped up)

If you don't like me, you don't like me, it's more than enough shots for you
Smack a nigga, he gon' post it or call the cops on you
You don't know paranoia, until somebody got the drop on you
Case don't get dismissed, I know some niggas that shot lawyers
And the DA too, come to the credit, ask the plug, I was pre-approved
Real niggas see the mood
Got the strap say you gon' clap, gotta see it through
Live by my word, that's my word, how G are you?

For all of the homies that been locked up (locked up)
For all of the work that been chopped up (chopped up)
Cop you designer and stay shopped up up (shopped up)
Luxury V, stay dropped up (dropped up)
For all of the homies that been locked up (locked up)
For all of the work that been chopped up (chopped up)

Cop you designer and stay shopped up up (shopped up)
Luxury V, we stay dropped up (dropped up)

Overall Meaning

The song "All My Life" by Akon ft. Styles P. features both artists reflecting on their experiences as they navigate the streets and hustle to survive. From dodging the law to losing friends, Akon and Styles P. are telling their stories of struggle and success. The song opens with a threat to those who would try to stand in their way, as Scram Jones sets the stage with a gritty beat. Akon then comes in, referencing The Sopranos with his "Tony Soprano juice" and talking about repping for his friends who are gone. He paints a picture of a dangerous world where violence is always lurking, with lines like "Get you dead at 25, yeah, that's what cannons do."

Styles P. takes the baton and continues the theme of survival with his verse, referencing a variety of topics from drug dealing to beef with the law. He brags about his street smarts, declaring "I'm not wise enough, have never known a L / But I'm smart enough to stay low, always go on the prowl." He's aware that danger is always present, saying "You don't know paranoia, until somebody got the drop on you." In the chorus, both artists give a shout-out to their friends who are locked up, reminding them that they're still thinking of them while they're away.

Overall, the song paints a vivid portrait of the challenges and dangers that come with trying to make it on the streets, with Akon and Styles P. flexing their skills as they navigate this difficult terrain.

Line by Line Meaning

Tony Soprano juice
I have a lot of power and influence, like the fictional mafia boss Tony Soprano

Hit 'em, play the block and shot up the canvas too
I'm skilled at street fighting and can use my talent to create art

Repping for my niggas gone, that's what Phantoms do
I represent and honor my deceased friends, like a ghost or phantom

Get you dead at 25, yeah, that's what cannons do
Violent behavior and gun violence often result in an early death

All my niggas animals, got them hood-rats in them cheetah prints
My friends are wild and reckless, and attract similarly reckless women with flashy clothes

I ain't even fucking her, she just get that heater in
I'm not interested in sleeping with this woman, I just want her to carry a gun

Thinking 'bout the Aston Martin, I can play Anita in
I dream of owning a luxury car and driving around like Anita Baker

Couple niggas doing life, I ain't gon' see again
I have friends who have been sentenced to life in prison, and I will never see them again

Couple niggas owe money, somebody gotta bleed again
If my friends owe money, I will use violence to get it back

Styles don't even write his shit, I pray that I don't see the pen (I pray)
My friend Styles doesn't write his own songs, and I hope I never have to resort to doing the same

Selling crack out the same crib that we was sleeping in (same crib)
I used to sell drugs out of the same house where I slept

Dead broke, robbed the DJ 'fore we get the speakers in (c'mere)
I was so financially desperate that I robbed the DJ before our music equipment was even set up

Chain like Dasani, my pistol match the Armani
My jewelry is shiny like bottled water, while my gun matches my designer clothing

Tryna stay cool like Ghandi, my schemes be Ponzi
I try to stay calm and collected like Gandhi, even though my schemes are deceitful and fraudulent like a Ponzi scheme

Same nigga had Christina Milian at Hajees (true story)
I once dated famous singer Christina Milian and took her to a fast food restaurant called Hajees

Cook you niggas over a grill, this shit Hibachi
I'm so skilled at grilling and cooking food that I could metaphorically cook and defeat my enemies, like a Hibachi chef

If you don't like me, you don't like me, it's more than enough shots for you
If someone doesn't like me, they should be prepared to face the consequences and potential violence

Smack a nigga, he gon' post it or call the cops on you
If I physically assault someone, they will likely try to seek revenge or involve the police

You don't know paranoia, until somebody got the drop on you
You can't understand true fear and paranoia until someone has secret information or advantage over you

Case don't get dismissed, I know some niggas that shot lawyers
If my legal case doesn't go my way, I know people who are willing to harm or kill my lawyers

And the DA too, come to the credit, ask the plug, I was pre-approved
I have connections and approval from powerful people, even with illegal activities like drug dealing

Real niggas see the mood
True friends and allies can sense when you're going through a tough time or feeling down

Got the strap say you gon' clap, gotta see it through
If I threaten someone with a gun, I have to be willing and able to carry out that threat

Live by my word, that's my word, how G are you?
I have a strict personal code and expect others to do the same, questioning their loyalty and integrity if they don't uphold those values

Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: David Brewster, David Styles, Marc D. Shemer

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