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letra de all on me - propr lee

[intro]
yea
yea
and it’s all on me yea yea
on me yea yea
and it’s all on me
and it’s all on me
and it’s all on
me

[verse 1]
whip it, working like a f-cking slave (work)
i done finish school now i’m getting paid
i done finished school, i done graduated (work)
jumped inside of music now i’m saturated
sh-t, n-gga like me had to make it
sleeping on the kid like you hibernating
the man had that whole plan orchestrated
just knew where i was going like my navigation
and i swear that it was all me
rocked baltimore now it’s palm beach
hustle to my knuckle like i’m suppose to
master of the craft with the pro tools
and i swear i push the meter
hit it full throttle ’til you see him in a coliseum
probably think it all came quick
but if you know propr it’s the same sh-t

[chorus: tocarra]
oh yea yea yea (yea)
oh yea yea yea
and it’s all on me (on me)
and it’s all on me (on me)
oh yea yea yea (ah yea)
oh yea yea yea
and it’s all on me (on me)
on me (on me)
on me (on me)
one me, and it’s all on

[verse 2]
f-ck ’em i don’t even want to talk
boy i study game got the board and chalk
listening to your raps my n-ggas nod off
and i be f-cking banging like a sawed off
struggle though, saw it all
smoking easy the pain like a tylenol
came from the city where i grew up
if you say you gon’ do it
then you do it right or not at all
and i swear i miss my brother
he been missing ’cause he fell in love with liquor
and he can’t recover
i don’t need your comfort i just need to make it
need to meet a queen like anita baker
need to build a house in the south of jamaica
my mama want some acres i’m a make payment
shout out to my brethren as-salamu alaik-m
balling like the lakers and this sh-ts a lay up

[chorus: tocarra]
oh yea yea yea (yea)
oh yea yea yea
and it’s all on me (on me)
and it’s all on me (on me)
oh yea yea yea (ah yea)
oh yea yea yea
and its all on me (on me)
on me (on me)
on me (on me)
one me, and it’s all on
me

[verse 3]
but uh guess that’s what i ask for
more cash and some stamps on my p-ssport
came a long way from rapping on that back porch
real as f-ck turn my heart into a gl-ss door
ambition in my arteries
got to get it ’cause i don’t trust the lottery
my philosophy stack it like monopoly
you can ask my father
i done work my way from poverty
so i be tryna get it ain’t no busta sh-t
troll locking up n-ggas for the f-ck of it (f-ck)
keep my thoughts sharp i could cut a nerve
and i don’t keep a lot of friends i ain’t zuckerberg
sucker -ss n-ggas always tryna leach
cut ’em off like a coach they ain’t make the team
i can make it real outta make believe
i can guarantee what they can’t achieve

[outro]
and it’s all on
and it’s all on me, (on me)
on me (on me)
on me (on me)
on me (on me)
oh yea yea yea, ah yea
oh yea yea yea, and it’s all on me
and it’s all on me
and it’s all on, and it’s all on
and it’s all on me
and it’s all on me

- propr lee

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