All My Children

Listen to this track, B. All our children, look Hey yeah, Boy. Hey yeah. Dope Boy Scott Storch, they ain't never Heard this. Hey yeah, Ayy, Burna, Roll up, homie. Hey yeah. Throwin' these on my backseat, don't know if my License straight I'm pushin' weight gettin' this Foreign, look at my license plate Pullin' up state To state whippin' up bake and cake A dope Boy make mistakes every time he take a break You already ate so let me come have your Plate Pay me in real estate and give me Half of what you make My plug better than Yours, so it's not up for debate I watched My partner lose his life because he left too Late Prescription pills and cocaine deals helped me To elevate We been servin' on these Sundays, Lord for Heaven's sake I just pulled up in These projects, I see yellow tape If I tell You empty your pockets, don't you hesitate Pocket Full of dead bodies, I just killed 'em Hundred Blocks, hundred pounds, I just sealed I put some More ice on my I went up on prices, This is right. I been teachin' y'all a lesson, All my children I know trappin' hard and got 'em a million I keep tellin' 'em that biz' gon' buy you A building Better stay strapped 'round this Get clapped, my get clapped. I been teachin' y'all a lesson, all my children, Uh, yeah. They ain't real, but I still got Homies on the trucks. Workin' for the postman, puttin' boxes in the cuts. Bust a block down, bust a watch down, Let the jewels drip. Steal a box, fill a box up, buy a New crib. We get busy, yeah, salute me when You see me. I'm still in the streets Because the streets feed me. I'm an OG, about that beef, we ain't trippin' You can hit me when they get in, yeah, I got that money chillin' You ever take a Loss, lose it all and bounce back in a Week Dirty bills underneath the carbon sheet, Fifty G's We hit the trees and say a Prayer before the shipment leaves. Two guns, sixty P's, I'm gettin' five grand a Piece. full of dead bodies, I just killed 'em Hundred blocks, hundred pounds, I just sealed 'em I Put some more ice on my I went up On prices, this right. I been teachin' y'all a lesson, all my children I know trappin' hard and got 'em a million I keep tellin' 'em that biz' gon' buy you A building Better stay strapped 'round this Get clapped, my get clapped. I been teachin' y'all a lesson, all my children, Uh, yeah.