All We Got

[Verse 1] Been asleep for a while now I been fuckin' hoes, doin' more shows, money come in piles now Back then she wouldn't fuck with me, she wanna fuck in my pause now Used to be nobody text with me, they wanna text to the kid nah All these fake niggas tryna keep it real now Bitches, I'm that nigga, still the same nigga from befo tho East Side nigga, used to call me daddy Joe Movin' packs, neva one did my momma know You need that nigga, believe me, on my lil stove Back then I was buggin' on a trip of seeds Meeked up befo' we popped ten a piece Now every other month I make ten at least Thuggin' real fo' my niggas cuz they gotta eat Lookin' out for each other in the streets cause it's all we got Anybody wanna fuck with me or one of my niggas Niggas know that the things are gonna pop The hard stopped heavy but the hustle didn't stop A couple homie's dead and a couple homie's not But a young nigga still on that clock Fork bend that blend, tryna own that spot Fuck bein' in yo pussy, I'm tryna run that block Uh, I'm tryna ball with my niggas Been through it all with my niggas Collect calls from my niggas And they tellin' me to stay on my shit The bigger you are, the tougher it is But this is rap, dawg, this shit is [?] [Hook] Just me and my niggas, tryna take it to the top Gotta get this money, and take care of ours We all we got, we all we got, we all we got We all we got, we all we got [Verse 2] Stand down till we come up, on the grind til the sun up Boy, I got to get these funds up, serving hot Os, no Columbus And the life we chose, we dug it, when we play the bass, we drum it With that cable, lil homie be buggin', like the they got their way down to bussin' Do it all for the budget, hit a lick then it's back to the hustlin' Flip that, turn up into somethin', then I play [?], nigga, we all stuntin' Gotta ride fo' niggas that you walk with, eat with those that you starved with Down the street and got balled in, cause ya know they're gonna hit the money callin' But every backdoor nigga call in, cuz I need that Feelin' like Nick with the seatback, nigga chasin' every D jack Where the cheese at? Girl, my [?] Leave holes where yo feet, suddenly, you been cracked Gettin' all this money, grindin', now you see that Didn't wanna fuck, now you let the whole team smack I get it, you talk it, I live it, I sell it, you sip it You want it, come get it, a line go for 50 It's money, I'm with it, it's mine, I spend it I hustle every minute, bitch, I'm feelin' like Knicks Keys to the city, everybody fuckin' with me Young nigga droppin' weight like Missy Go get it like [?] and [?] So you know it's bout money if you see me [Hook]