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From the driver side door, you take my pain
And you turn it into purpose you hold on to me
Sometimes you hold on to me, work, nigga

Work comin' in from a lot of different spots
Shift never over, soldiers workin' 'round the clock
I no longer gamble since my partna lost his top
I hustle through the pain, I just give it all I got
Foreign engineerin', I maneuver to the guap
Wishin' optimistic, this shit started over pots
Everybody 'round me got agendas, I be watchin' while they plot
Hustle through the pain, I just give it all I got

All the rejection, I'm catchin' hell, flashback and propel
Turn my pain into purpose, focal point to excel
Give me the funds, doin' crunches, shirt XXL
Prison lunches, doin' lunges in the back of a cell
Went to the penn and did a bid, I'm plugged wit' the cartel
I get roadside assistance, they deliver the bales
Punted shit for hours, sister, bodies under my belt
I'ma three-time convicted felon, fifty million in wealth
It's a hundred K a feature or go find someone else
I'm a Breadwinner don, bitch, I'm signed to myself
White Wraith in the slums, parked in front the projects
I don't hang where I'm from I just bought the projects

Work comin' in from a lot of different spots
Shift never over, soldiers workin' 'round the clock
I no longer gamble since my partna lost his top
I hustle through the pain, I just give it all I got
Foreign engineerin', I maneuver to the guap
Wishin' optimistic, this shit started over pots
Everybody 'round me got agendas, I be watchin' while they plot
Hustle through the pain, I just give it all I got

Congested, all my feelings, I learned how to compress 'em
Got over bein' neglected, used to hate my reflection
Scarred all over my body, brick layer finesser
Big timer, rim rider, brushed aluminum texture
Matte white soft close touch pull up, I'm flexin'
Private jet, fly correct, forty thousand, no pressure
Throwin' money at the stripper, order up and invest it
Put her legs up by her head, she do that wit' no effort
Crack a smile, my mouth illuminated, really on ice
Fly you in from outta town and put some dick in your life
Different methods disinfectin' different parts of my brain
Coulda went and saw a car but I went caught me a chain

Work comin' in from a lot of different spots
Shift never over, soldiers workin' 'round the clock
I no longer gamble since my partna lost his top
I hustle through the pain, I just give it all I got
Foreign engineerin', I maneuver to the guap
Wishin' optimistic, this shit started over pots
Everybody 'round me got agendas, I be watchin' while they plot
Hustle through the pain, I just give it all I got

Through the ups and the downs, pray I never have another
Ain't complain when it rain, 'cause I always had hustle




Give my baby son the game, pray he hold on to instructions
And be careful with them thangs, you can slip and start to love 'em

Overall Meaning

In "All of the Above" by Kevin Gates, the lyrics express the importance of hard work and perseverance amidst pain and rejection. The first few lines of the song say "From the driver side door, you take my pain / And you turn it into purpose you hold on to me / Sometimes you hold on to me, work, nigga," which suggests that the singer's work serves as a way to transform the pain he is feeling into something productive. The rest of the song goes on to describe the singer's experiences with hard work, rejection, and hustle.


The song talks about work coming in from multiple sources and soldiers working around the clock, emphasizing the constant effort required to succeed. The singer's past experiences with imprisonment and connections to the cartel are also mentioned, further highlighting the struggles he has overcome. The song goes on to describe his material successes, such as a private jet and expensive jewelry, but also acknowledges the importance of teaching his son to be careful with such things.


Overall, the song seems to promote the value of hard work and determination, as well as the idea of using pain as a motivator to achieve success.


Line by Line Meaning

From the driver side door, you take my pain
The person listening to the song understands the pain of the artist and offers to share the burden.


And you turn it into purpose you hold on to me
The artist takes pain and turns it into incentive to do something better while the listener provides support.


Sometimes you hold on to me, work, nigga
The artist thanks the listener for being there and pushing him to work despite the difficulties of life.


Work comin' in from a lot of different spots
Various opportunities for work come from different sources.


Shift never over, soldiers workin' 'round the clock
Dedicated people work tirelessly to take advantage of the opportunities available.


I no longer gamble since my partna lost his top
After the artist's partner was killed, he stopped taking risks and focused on working hard.


I hustle through the pain, I just give it all I got
Despite difficulties and challenges, the artist works hard and puts in all his effort.


Foreign engineerin', I maneuver to the guap
The artist takes advantage of foreign engineering to make money and advances in life.


Wishin' optimistic, this shit started over pots
The artist looks towards the future with optimism no matter what situation he starts from.


Everybody 'round me got agendas, I be watchin' while they plot
The artist is aware that people around him may have selfish motives and he is cautious of them.


Hustle through the pain, I just give it all I got
Despite difficulties and challenges, the artist is resilient and works hard.


All the rejection, I'm catchin' hell, flashback and propel
The artist has faced rejection and setbacks but uses them as motivation to move forward.


Turn my pain into purpose, focal point to excel
The artist turns his pain into a driving force and focuses on excelling in life.


Give me the funds, doin' crunches, shirt XXL
The artist works hard both physically and financially to achieve his goals.


Prison lunches, doin' lunges in the back of a cell
The artist has been in prison and uses exercise to stay healthy and focused.


Went to the penn and did a bid, I'm plugged wit' the cartel
The artist has been to prison and now has connections with drug cartels.


I get roadside assistance, they deliver the bales
The artist has a team who helps him transport drugs.


Punted shit for hours, sister, bodies under my belt
The artist has killed people and is involved in violent activities to make money.


I'ma three-time convicted felon, fifty million in wealth
The artist has been to prison multiple times but has still been successful in making wealth.


It's a hundred K a feature or go find someone else
The artist charges $100,000 for a music collaboration, and if someone cannot afford it, they must find someone else.


I'm a Breadwinner don, bitch, I'm signed to myself
The artist has his own record label and is the one in charge.


White Wraith in the slums, parked in front the projects
The artist drives a luxurious car even while being in areas associated with poverty and slums.


I don't hang where I'm from I just bought the projects
Rather than hanging out in his hometown, the artist has purchased low-income homes to help alleviate poverty.


Through the ups and the downs, pray I never have another
Despite facing both successes and failures, the artist hopes to never have to go through the hardships of life again.


Ain't complain when it rain, 'cause I always had hustle
The artist has always been able to stay motivated and work hard no matter what kind of situation he is in.


Give my baby son the game, pray he hold on to instructions
The artist wants to pass down his knowledge and life lessons to his son and hopes he doesn't forget them.


And be careful with them thangs, you can slip and start to love 'em
The artist warns his son to be careful with dangerous things as one can become addicted to them.




Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Kevin Gilyard

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