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Uh, uh. I hung chandeliers in the trap, boy. Uh. Double M. Trey, what up? Maybach Music. Me against the world. Got it from the bottom. Now I'm on my own shit. Had they wasn't on shit. Feeling the pack, tell 'em that the king of It back. Stable is something I'm not, you better Not think to attach. No feelings to catch, dreams Get cut, better relax. No vacation, now get your pack, ain't nothing Fiction, that's fact. I was in the state of Mind of somebody who probably finna trip. I wanted a piece of a peace of mind, But it got up and dipped. Minus the whip, I hope that bitch crash and Nowhere deserved. Let you go to work, you're my Nurse, show you power minus the surge. Witness demonstration of purge, no words, I'm Spazzin'. Here to kick it for the real and That's nothing you has been. For everything they ever done, my heart colder than Aspen. Wide awake, I barely sleep, overdosing on Aspirin. Sick of people stopping and knocking, But still they jock when it's popping. That chopper work with his arm, it go to Popping and locking. Right off in traffic, I'm Hopping that hatred up for adoption. 'Bout to be relocated, play with me, it can't Be no option. against world, but I still won't Quit. Got it from the bottom, so it's been A long trip. I had a lot of shit, Now I'm on own shit. Had a few hoes, they wasn't on shit. You know I had a lot of wins, a Couple L's. The money come, it never fails, You know it's all good. When the money gone, you see the real. They switching up, it never fails, but still it's All good. Never ran from the opposition. Every opportunity I get to bomb, I'ma bomb on A bitch. If you counting pockets, nigga, better watch mine. Get money, get money, let my watch shine. Six figures for the show, nigga. Get fifty for the afterparty and that's for the Low, nigga. You better hold on to your hoes. Fast money, running, repping, now she running with The hoes. Two-door Rolls Royce hoes. Your man making payments, I just paid it off And go and paint it, boy. Still text your old lady, boy. She hit back every time you laying up in Your laser boy. Strip club, black bottle, Time to pour it up. Peak of weakness in The game, I had to sew it up. Yeah, I had to sew it up. Get money, where you from, nigga? Throw it up. the world, but I still won't Quit. Got it from the bottom, so it's been A long trip. I had a lot of shit, Now I'm on my own shit. Had a few hoes, they wasn't on shit. You know I had a lot of wins, a Couple L's. The money come, it never fails, You know it's all good. When the money gone, you see the real. They switching up, it never fails, but still it's All good. Me against the world, that's apparent to me. I gave my mama, she ain't wanna be a Parent to me. So I'm standing on the corner Smoking tree. Trying to get the package out to Carolina. Raised by the dinosaurs and the Gs. Gang looking for the doors to the room full Of groupies. All I ever dreamed was a Beamer and a Girl off the cover of a magazine. Extended magazine on the chopper and the Glock.40 And a mini 14. Fully automatic, gun nigga have it. Bet they paralyze him if they missing on busting Cabbage. I'm from Atlanta, the real one. The place where you ain't gotta start a culture, Steal one. You're from where you can be the Man 'til you kill one. And a bird ain't shit 'til you deal one. Bankroll Mafia. against world, but I still won't Quit. Got it from the bottom, so it's been A long trip. I had a lot shit, Now I'm on my own Had a few hoes, They wasn't on shit. You know I had a lot of wins, a Couple L's. The money come, it never fails, You know it's all good. When the money gone, you see the real. They switching up, it never fails, but still it's All good.
Trae tha Truth, Audio Push, T.I., Rick Ross — All Good
«All Good» — Trae tha Truth, Audio Push, T.I., Rick Ross. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 3:41. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
