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letra de all or not - rmc mike

all or not lyrics
[intro]
b-tch
ghetto boyz sh-t, n-gga
free the motherf-ckin’ ghetto

[verse]
still remember all them days when we ain’t had nothin’
i couldn’t wait until that day to get a bag pumpin’
i dropped out of school early to make some fast money
you tried to run off with that bag, you a crash dummy
we grew up poor, man my family never had money
turned into a thief, i started stealing unc’s stash money
then i cut into big bro like “throw a bag on me”
i hit the block for thirty days straight and made some mad money
i was on the road to fail, but only time could tell
before you can be the best you, you gotta find yoursеlf
any given day this sh-t can go, so i remind myself
i had to takе a step back from the light, i couldn’t blind myself
now i’m into drinkin’ lean and f-ckin hoes raw
poppin’ pills and smokin’ weed until i dose off
just tryna ease the pain with anything that holds off
i went into a deep depression, i was so lost
but somehow or someway, i made a way up out it
i didn’t know what else to do so i just prayed about it
god showed me that this rap game is just my way up out it
i had to leave the streets alone, and just stay up out it
now i’m sh-t talkin’ and my name gettin’ bigger
now i’m seeing more paper than i ever even ‘visioned
my mind sharper than your favorite blade out the kitchen
goin’ hard, i’m tryna make a way out for my n-ggas
free all of them boys in the can, we gon’ make it right
i can’t stand to be out here alone so i’m taking flight
yes i’m still livin’ in the hood where it ain’t safe at night
before i let a n-gga k!ll me, sh-t i’ll take a life
i’m really tryna make it, i’m not rapping for the f-ck of it
i get it off the bars, you in the streets, we both hustlin’
you got a problem, we gon’ shoot it out, i’m not tusslin’
i nutted all in this b-tch mouth, she kept suckin’ it
reminiscing ’bout my dawgs, d-mn i miss ’em all
every n-gga that i love, behind prison walls
hurt my heart more every time a n-gga miss a call
but i gotta stay strong, my n-gga this for y’all
best believe i couldn’t do it by myself
all them gas station talks that we had right on welch
without a care in the world, we the let the pad draw itself
but look at what we did, we blew up fast without no help
we stayed consistent, got them labels breathing down our necks
i’m tryna make a mil in cash before i leave up out the six
plus i gotta move my fam before i leave up out this b-tch
we livin’ in a warzone, you can’t leave without a stick
stay protected, keep yo people strong, that’s all you got
i came straight up out the trenches, now a n-gga call the shots
yeah i’m one hunnid, i’m respected in these streets, just call the block
i put in work to put my city on the map, it’s all or not

- rmc mike

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