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letra de all for nothing - young noble & deuce deuce

[intro: deuce deuce]
there’s gotta be a better way, here today gone tomorrow
ain’t not retirement plan, pushin’ all them grams
let me trade, do somethin’ with yourself brother (brother, brother, brother, brother, brother, brother)

[verse 1: deuce deuce]
still searchin’, still workin’ city still burnin’ (burnin’)
ain’t sh-t changed, fiends on corners
n-ggas on benches, chasin’ down sales
narcs stay in the marked, everyone barks but some bites is louder
fightin’ over flour, strip hot is stiflin’
young n-ggas life is long as it right the prices
some n-ggas chasin’ the fame, others the money
some chasin’ the glory, n-gga what’s your story
beaten down cell block walls, moppin’ a&d floors
when they look you in your eye, and tell you that your bail is denied
mother helplessly cry (cry) that all she could do, she tried (tried)
another form of genocide, pride can set aside
s-x, murder and guns, open the redness of my son
the world’s a mess, don’t let them burn your flesh
walk around possessed, chasin’ tail, jordan, jewels
it’s so sacred, rhymes so vivid, picasso couldn’t paint it
for those that lived it, my heart achin’
for you and yours, yours truly
yours truly, excuse me (yours truly, yours truly)
[chorus: aktual]
i don’t really wanna spend my whole life runnin’ (no, oh)
when it’s my time, i’ma die for sumthin’ (yeah)
they lock you up behind a wall, it was all for nuthin’ (ah)
i just hope that it’s a better day comin’ (yeah)
’cause aaaaall myyyyyy liiiiiiife
i done seen to many young n-ggas get shot up
i done seen to many young n-ggas get caught up (caught up)

[verse 2: young n0ble]
we came up nice with the knuckle game, precise with the hustle game
we was all about a dolla, mothaf-ck the fame (f-ck the fame)
young sponge, all my life i’ve been soakin’ game (soakin’ game)
weathered the storm (storm) but soakin’ in black rain (rain)
high speed, and livin’ life in the fast lane (fast lane)
they ain’t wanna believe me, until the cash game (cash game)
tryin’ not to resort back to my old ways (old ways)
time flies, remeniscin on ’em all days
late nights on new, residue of cocaine (cocaine)
fiends tappin’ on they arm, tryna find a vein (vein)
searchin’ for the novacaine, tryna ease the pain (tryna ease the pain)
n-ggas fresh home from jail, thinkin’ sh-t the same (same)
these lil n-ggas will put one n yo’ f-ckin’ brain (brain)
walk off, and ejoy the rest of his day (d-mn)
cold-hearted, we not promised another day (d-mn)
do or die, we can’t see it no other way (man)
[chorus: aktual]
i don’t really wanna spend my whole life runnin’ (no, oh)
when it’s my time, i’ma die for sumthin’ (yeah)
they lock you up behind a wall, it was all for nuthin’ (ah)
i just hope that it’s a better day comin’ (yeah)
’cause aaaaall myyyyyy liiiiiiife
i done seen to many young n-ggas get shot up
i done seen to many young n-ggas get caught up (caught up)

[verse 3: deuce deuce]
you know it’s f-cked, grown men (uh huh) movin’ like they young
still on the block, when the cops come they run
time to give it up, been in the game for years
and you still movin’ crumbs (what?) no way, this ain’t hate (nah)
we all know a hustler dream, to push keys
but it never came with ease, d’s jumpin’ out of vans
narcs come in clothes plain, solid n-ggas don’t complain (never)
the game it’s a part of, we all strive, not to caught up
that’s the worse, when they close the shop up
shut down, no loot and no product
n-ggas d-mn near fifty, and still chippin’ fifty’s
head dizzy, at the world they p-ssed tryna hit a swish
it’s f-cked up when every shot’s a brick, swing ‘n’ miss
it’s hard to quit, and get labeled a failure
where’s all the money now playa? no one to bail ya
funny how time shows, a lot gets exposed
it’s plain ya eyes open like you walkin’ through life with a blindfold
can’t see what’s in front of you, that’s why every other day, they runnin’ up on ya spot
you know it’s hot, but you still choose to move, abuse as a fool
here’s some brain food, for your thoughts, yours truly (yours truly, yours truly)
excuse me
[chorus: aktual]
i don’t really wanna spend my whole life runnin’ (no, oh)
when it’s my time, i’ma die for sumthin’ (yeah)
they lock you up behind a wall, it was all for nuthin’ (ah)
i just hope that it’s a better day comin’ (yeah)
’cause aaaaall myyyyyy liiiiiiife
i done seen to many young n-ggas get shot up
i done seen to many young n-ggas get caught up (caught up)

- young noble deuce deuce

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