We All We Got

I prayed to God

That I would make it to the top

A young street ****

Tryna make it off the block

I told my ****, yeah

We all we got

I told my ****, yeah

We all we got

We all we got, we all we got

We all we got, we all we got

We all we got, we all we got

We all we got, we all we got

Been in the streets all my life

Business beef all my life

I'ma ride if you wrong or right

Pussy **** gon' be gone tonight

I ain't saw you in a minute

Wishing you was here

To see how shit changed

I was young, blowing money fast

It was gone as quick as it came

I know when you fucked up

When you're stressed out

I be feeling your pain

I'm probably feeling the same

We just some young **** about money

Ain't never shitted on nobody

I do the crime, I do the time

I ain't finna pin it on nobody, hey

My ****, my shooter

I know he'll do you

He carry that Ruger

He carry that Ruger

My **** like to rob

I had to tell my lil **** chill

Fuck around catch a charge

You gon' be gone

For about a hundred years

I prayed to God

That I would make it to the top

A young street ****

Tryna make it off the block

I told my ****, yeah

We all we got

I told my ****, yeah

We all we got

We all we got, we all we got

We all we got, we all we got

We all we got, we all we got

We all we got, we all we got

I'm clutching on iron

All through the city

The shit that I'm rapping

I'm really living

Ain't even been to the hood in a minute

These **** start hating

They want to kill me

Fake love

Fuck around and get wet up

Head on my shoulder

Won't go for the setup

My foot on the pedal

Fuck no I won't let up

Claiming he real

I told him to shut up

I need some real friends

And not them fake ones

**** they changed

Supposed to be my day ones

Fuck repping the hood

I'm repping the state

I got a lot on my plate

Go to sleep with a K

And don't ever need play

My lil **** got shot in his face

These lil **** gon' take your plate

If you don't eat

Young **** tied to the streets

My lil **** died in these streets

Yeah, yeah

I prayed to God

That I would make it to the top

A young street ****

Tryna make it off the block

I told my ****, yeah

We all we got

I told my ****, yeah

We all we got

We all we got, we all we got

We all we got, we all we got

We all we got, we all we got

We all we got, we all we got

I just saw my **** get arrested

I know he was loyal and respected

Told him cool it down, he neglected

Now he at Department of Corrections

Visitation, peeping his expressions

**** told me that he learned his lesson

Missing from his kids, he depressed

Mama stressing, praying for a blessing

You know I got love for your struggle

Even though you keep it on the under

Fuck that ****, take that **** under

Shit talking, hit him with a plunger

I just hit a lick for some jiggas

We gon' split it right down the middle

I don't even gotta pay a hitter

That shit just a hobby to my ****

I ain't ever hiding from you ****

Turn into Bin Ladin on you ****

I know you been plottin' on me, scheming

Followed your baby mama to the cleaners

I know where you live

Where you sleep at

Send my **** right to where you eat at

Cool it down, you don't want to see that

Cool it down, you don't want to see that

Young ****, yeah yeah