All Of My Life (Part 1)

[Verse 1] She’s still searching, looking for a hero The outside brown, the inside a mural Fantasizing 'bout diamonds in her earlobes Late teens year old, need for dinero Insecure, felt naked to the real, seeing Other girls playing games in the field Need a shield, she’s so in love with the thrill And tryna make a mil offa hundred dollar pills Learn all the codes and learn all the drills And know which hand she should use in a deal Lost every smile, even hardened her chin Misguided thought corners turned boys into men She called up a relative to go for a run Instead of stand in two words, she’d rather lay in one She called up a relative to go for a run Instead of stand in two words, she’d rather lay in one [Hook] She was seventeen and she met Will She only wanted his love But she got a mean, mean, mean hustler man And when momma said, “girl, you’re too young It’s a wild, wild, wild, wild world” The lights on her...shone so bright [Verse 2] Heart racing, leaned in the front seat Felt godly, a tag-team army The driver had a fist full of rings And a thick gold chain, chrome shoes on his feet Driving by slow, every block stand staring The girl fell in love with that, both eyes glaring Seen the respect, first view of the action Admired the way that his clothes all matching Complete switch from a life with no passion His ride felt like an essential to her blackness Hitting every zone, scattered through the ave The life is why it's twenty five large in the bag Picking up strangers, looking like a cab A couple handshakes for a block and a half Every transaction made her feel fresher This was something she ain’t learned in a lecture The day getting hotter, it wasn’t really sweet Customers smelling from they head to they feet Babies at home while they high in the street No lie, walking 'round with a smile, missing teeth With all of that known, she still felt grown Could’ve slept in that Lincoln, she ain’t wanna go home With all of that known, she still felt grown Could’ve slept in that Lincoln, she ain’t wanna go home [Hook] [Verse 3] The driver had a fantasy, it all became clear Ate good every day and appeared debonaire Concerned with the now, blind to the outcome Chill, throw bills in the night when they route done Pitching felt good, living quiet so bad No future for the lad, so he went to sell bags Move up to pounds, Katrina’d that town Little green on lean, little white, little brown Known as the dope man, glam and the glitz Celly blowing up from a few different dips He looked at the girl, asked "what you wanna do?" "I could set you with a phone and make a ton of moves" "Say nothing to your friends and the fools" He let her know that he wasn’t these other dudes Dressed too fresh and his speech, it was smooth Looking at the top was some shit he never knew He thought about his life, he ain’t care if he lose He wanna be honored, an armored with a tool Love for the game and loved all the rules Everyday his name rang and he proved Four-wheel coasting, he grind for the pay up But didn’t like the stress on his world when he wake up All too normal for his day-to-day make up But all of his life he wanted to be a gangsta