All On Me

[Hook] It's all on me (all on me) Man it's all on me, man it's all on me Man it's all on me, man it's all one me And that's what it's gon be Rich nigga don't sleep Bitch nigga gon creep But a nigga gotta eat Man it's all on me, yeah it's all one me I guess it's all on me man, it's all on me (All on me) If I'm number one I'm gon get this shit on my own (And that's what it's gon be! Cause it's all on me man, it's all on me.) Then they fucked around and got a nigga back in their zone (I ain't worried 'bout you, why you worrying 'bout me nigga?) Man it's all on me, man it's all on me Man it's all on me, man it's all one me Rich nigga don't sleep Bitch nigga gon creep But a nigga gotta eat So it's all on me Yeah it's all on me, man it's all on me Man it's all on me! Rich nigga don't sleep [Verse 1] U ain't know nothing nigga It was touching blocks and got chill Feds are calling my niggas I still made it off the block and got rich You ain't know nothing nigga Had it harder in the slums Lost my cousin to the streets Lost my father to a gun You know we famous for the blow Everytime we roll, dropping hella bands, 50K or more Know I got brothers in the game 1 locked up and just came home Do anything for my niggas So fuck you lames I'm back in my zone I'm back in my zone, I'm reloaded bang Fort like Norte Dame, buddish rollie My little nigga told me put you out All he want is a frozen chain, And this shit go bang I don't really know what's in his brain But I tell you niggas simple and plain It fall on me, My nigga said he need bail Fuck it! Charge it to the game [Hook] [Verse 2] U ain’t know nothing nigga Lost a homie to the feds Lost a record deal still said imma get this bread Man U ain’t know nothing nigga Said imma hustel hard, they can take away the fame imma trust in God You know i’m famous for the flow Everywhere I go, pumpin' hella fast 50K or more You know it’s suckers in the game, they do lame shit like faking they wrong Told my city imma get it, i’m just mad it took me this long It took me too long, how [?] running with the feds Hella shit was running through my head, niggas ending up dead Hate to see marty like that, they took his girl and they hit him for the bread Nigga we was bread, right in the [?] shit Where love don’t really mean love Where smile don’t mean a nigga really happy for you So since the day I found out what it was It’s all on me!