All Day

[Intro: G Herbo] Young Chop on the beat G Herbo You know I'm a street nigga--real street nigga and that's common sense Everybody know you 'posed to get money, stay out the way [Verse 1: G Herbo] Lookin' down the barrel of that hammer for my last time Made me slow down, look at life Why I'm just gon' give you mine? '09 I was doin' fine Broke as fuck, school shirts, on the bus Since I been gettin' paper, shit ain't holdin' up I never break nigga, fold for what? Every day I wake, still gotta load it up Roll it up If you throwin' Bs, nigga, hold it up Niggas know what up If you book me for a show, know I sold it up Soon as he pull up through the back of the door, got them poles wit' us And I'm froze as fuck Only pick up 10K bankrolls and up 10K, that's a backend Pull a hunnid racks out the bank, put it back in Be safe if you lackin' How 'bout blow the whole 30 shots and get back in? Keep your head up in the rack then Yeah, okay, get whacked then Better have eyes in your back then Better keep the strap on your lap then Better keep your homies on Essex then I'm just gon' put one up in yo' chest then Better go invest in a vest then Okay, we givin' face shots, nothin' less than On the block 24, no restin' Stand over niggas, drop 10 out FNs I don't give a fuck, I done lost my best friend All this money must be why I'm stressed then Too many times I was close to death in the streets I'ma keep gridin', keep gettin' checks in Gotta kill by any means Enemy next to me I can't accept defeat Pickin' up three backends every weekend, that's a least 60 racks a week, nigga [Chorus: G Herbo] Alleys, corners, hallways Placin' orders all day Posted wit' them pistols out there all day I been wit' my niggas out there all day Alleys, corners, hallways Placin' orders all day Posted wit' them pistols out there all day I been wit' my niggas out there all day [Verse 2: Blac Youngsta] Everything I gotta grind for You know I work hard for mines, bro They showed me love when I was broke, then they changed when I signed, bro Everybody turn their back on me Swear to God, that's a fact homie At first them niggas they was black wit' me, then they went a little black on me They got a little more dogs I got a little more smart I backed away from that bullshit, then I got a little more far I'm the most gangster nigga from my city I don't wanna know 'cause it ain't my business I don't give a fuck about her feelings Fuck that bitch I don't want that bitch, I don't want dealings I was in a drug bust wit' my dope on the backseat Gun on the front seat wit' my ankle bracelet on my feet I been on the block all day Shot a nigga in the hallway Have you ever ran in the corner store, pulled a stickup broad day? Shout out grandma 'cause she put me out Shout out every nigga ever [?] me out Same nigga threw a cross at me, same nigga that ain't wit' me now Same niggas when I went to jail, they ain't make my bond Same bitch broke bad when I did time Same nigga fucked my bitch when I was on the run [Chorus: G Herbo] Alleys, corners, hallways Placin' orders all day Posted wit' them pistols out there all day I been wit' my niggas out there all day Alleys, corners, hallways Placin' orders all day Posted wit' them pistols out there all day I been wit' my niggas out there all day