All In

We from the bottom

But we made it to the top now

I'm riding up sunnymead

With the top down

And we come from nothing

But n***** done got a lot now

I used to always cause a pop out

Whenever I popped out

And now

N**** feel me

They probably could never kill me

I live forever through these melodies

And homie really

I'm a win

This is for my n***** in the pen

That probably never get to see they kids again

Free 'em

Got to have faith in your dreams

Even before you see them

If n***** ain't willing to elevate with you

Then leave 'em

If they was meant to be here

Ain't no fighting to keep 'em

And when you get your shot

You better bleed 'em

Tell them n*****

We all in

No pussy n*****

We all men

Ended up in shootouts

With n***** we used to call friends

And that's just how it goes

From the concrete I rose

I'm meant to be a legend

And it shows

I told my mama

I was all in

From the jump

I had to go and take some losses

That's how I learned to be a boss

And started ballin

No more minimum wage

I'm out here chasing our dreams

I'm shot calling

They might never understand me

Give me a fuck about a Grammy

I just do it for my family

Like oh whoa

Make a lot suckas angry

At my talent make em envy

Wanna hit me with a semi

Want to see me go

When it come to me

My n***** bet the bank

We could get a p off

In a couple days

Feeling like I'm Deion

How I'm running plays

I'm a keep touching the bag

And that wont ever change

We don't care bout what he stand for

We gon sit him down

I'm hit him

I'm a stick him

Like I'm Wes Nile

If he say that he a dog

We putting pest down

I ran it up in Adidas

I'm touching checks now

They way I flip the bag

It's like somebody gymnasts

We gon send him to Jehovah

And won't leave a witness

I put my problems in soda

Cause I be sleeping sleeping

I left my bitch in pieces

Told her she need Jesus

I come from Watts California

But I got my buzz

From the murda

N***** steady talking down

And I ain't heard of em

Got some n**** off the vine

To go berserk for me

KiJaun that's my brother

Even though we first cousins

Behind him I murk something

Flip 10 a week

I swear that's still little money

I thank God for Sean

For keeping them beats coming

If we ever had smoke

It's still beef homie

If we ever had smoke

We don't speak on it

If we ever had smoke

It's still beef homie