All On Me (feat. G Herbo)

When you got so much on your mind that you can't sleep right

Run up 50 million, somehow still duckin' this street life

Set the hood on fire and they put cameras on our streetlight

Got a lean appetite, if I don't smoke, then I can't eat right

I'm a father, rappin', hustlin'-ass nigga, I live three lives

I'm a young black man, so to society, I got three strikes

I've been tryna change my life up, for real, but it don't seem right

Ay, heard the opps been poppin' out at clubs

Give brodie'nem the green light, they get flipped

Magic City-ass niggas, see 'em, they get stripped

Actin' like they with it, no, they ain't, I just don't get it

I try to put my foot in your shoes, but it just wouldn't fit

When you got Jewish lawyers worth seven figures, a charge won't stick

And anytime I feel uncomfortable, I'm uppin' my blick

Went to the White House, met the president for my niggas in the system

It's kind of crazy that we beefin', I got love for your sister

But I been somewhere countin' money up 'til my hand get a blister

And I've been thinkin' 'bout stealin' your heart, but I'm still iffy

And we been fuckin' from the start, but now this shit feel different

I know you tired of hearin' me talk, but, bae, I need you to listen

We started all this shit from nothin', look how I ran up them digits, yeah (whoo)

Plain clothes spillers (yeah)

From elementary to middle school, I'm with the same niggas

I'll never say nothin' sour about you 'cause I ain't bitter

I don't care if he got a billion of dollars, I'm still realer

We call X pills Skittles and Percocets Percs

This my last time tryin' this shit, I hope it work

I did all that for you to turn sour, hope it was worth it

If you pray together, you stay together, I took her ass to church (church)

And I done ran out of handouts, you better take your ass to work

And I call it how I see it, hope I don't come off as a jerk

Me and my dawg made a lil' bet for a hundred bands he won't take a Perc'

Me and my dawgs got a understandin' for a hundred bands

Uh, I be scalin' through the trenches, try and tell real from the fake

Really had to master havin' distance, so I wouldn't fall for the bait (ugh)

Young niggas slip through the system, couldn't fall victim to the state

We made sure the hood ate and still fell victim to the hate (damn)

Had to find my confidence 'cause I'm that nigga, no debate (G Herbo)

And I faced the consequences for always handin' out my plate

I was workin' 'round the clock, I told my bitch, "I'm gon' be late"

Real hustler, I lost seven figures, now I'm havin' eight, yeah (whoo)

Now I feel Jay - The Blueprint, now I'm in L.A. in new whips

Ridin' in the Lamb' with two sticks, takin' all my kids to Ruth Chris

Heard the block say they miss me, gotta stay free, I keep distance

Opps ain't alive

Who missin'? Swerve still'll slide

Who dissin'? (Dissin')

I ain't never lacked, cops knew the slang, I don't know the vibe

Who snitchin'?

Pride to the side, when you went broke, every single time, who fixed it? (Fixed it)

I was on point for the team, had to smoke doinks just to dream

Had to mix Percs with the lean, still was the first at the scene

I was fucked up mentally, bae

I said some shit that hurt, I ain't mean it

Hoes don't mean shit to me

I know that they'll take a Birk' before a ring

Woke up cryin' out my sleep, I had to pray off my demons

Next day I went to fuck up 50K off at Neimans

My OG say she don't like when I'm in the 'Raq, I don't neither

But I still go back to make sure shit intact, I'm a leader

Went to Gladiator School, I'm a true, I'm a meter

In attendance, had the bag for my repentance, I'm decent

If I gotta up my strap and let it clap, I don't need it

Call my lawyer up with five hundred racks, I'ma beat it

I keep speakin' 'bout some shit, feel like it never happened (feel like it never ever happened)

Niggas really out here snitchin' and they still rappin'

I'm a natural-born savage, I ain't average

Never show my weakness, so I'm weepin' while in traffic

Six matches in, I come from sleepin' on a mattress

Men don't respond to Instagram, I let 'em have it (they could have that shit)

Swerve, Wham, we on

We on (they know we on)

We on that (let's get it)

But it's never been about that