All I Know

[Hook; Joell Ortiz] Woho, all I know is fast money and homicide I see no way so I grind Tell me what you would do if your life was just like mine You would have found another way But yeah you say we aren’t the same, but why, why? [Verse 1: 2 Pistols] Started at the bottom, no I ain’t got no worries Gucci, Findi, Prada, that’s all my bitch wearing I’m industry, you in the street, ain’t no comparing My rolex got your bitch wet cause she keep on staring I’m swagging on these bitches, stunting on these niggas For all of part time, I’m pouring out the liquor My brother locked down, and I can’t go visit Convicted, felon, so al I can do is sent pictures Hit the club and ball, me and my girls is dolls We do it for real no fake instagram pics niggas like y’all White diamonds no flaw, Lamborghini, no top I’m riding with a, china doll, and she ain’t on no draws [Hook] [Verse 2: 2 Pistols] You just gonna sit there and lie, act like this tough guy Knowing you apple crumb pie, sat in the window cool And you headshots to see us run by Say mama they all get shooting, when I was at war, yet such a young guy Too young to even be boozing, but every night I held my cup high And slung the everything move I was just like design my projects, get inside that letter box Head inside that staircase, crack inside them yellow tops The cops inside our bizness, sometimes they chilled and let us rock Sometimes they on that picture, running through mud to try to get us knocked What do you know about gemstar, sitting the slice in the dice Weighting up shit then wipe, and all of the crumbs from all that triton Going outside and risking everything, they coming upstairs and writing I survived from luck of god, or maybe I’m lucky god just likely [Hook] [Verse 3: 2 Pistols] I came from the colder, long marijuana Platinum plaques off this rap shit, and now I’m shitting commas Death before the sona, middle finger to your honor Only god can judge me, head first in these streets Body bag d peets, it’s blood money, your bitch was sliding in the new v Shawty where does the fish? Told her call me 2 piece She smiled and blew me a kiss I’m balling bitch I’m balling, turn the lights off to see my wrist Young boss in the city, my heart cold, no feelings My money running like emmy, my money running like fog My money running Chris Johnson, or something like Frank Gal 100 birds, 100 words, either way, I sell dope [Verse 4: French Montana] Mad Max, niggas on the bad batch Montana coke boys know we got the Anthrax Coup white, shawty mean, long hair, ass fat Dope boys, coke boys, hottest out Put that on your last stat Every shot clear block, that’s fact Hit it then I slit it then I pass that Fly and take cab back, balling new Ferrari with the glass back Everything you fighting for, we had that 2 shots, fast nap Shots are like my youthem, 2 doors, coup them Bad bitches loot them, talk birds, we move them Get the purp I’m used to, get the smoke I’m cali Coke boys we styling, bad bitches smiling [Hook]