All My N—– By Trouble
Yeah
Uh
Yeah
P—- fat she got them racks
And let my patna use her wheels
And now my n—– up
And all my n—– still buck
Took a couple pounds
Go break them down
For all my youngins in the jects
Though I been had respect
Still will go head first about a check
Percky got me geeked
And all my b—- wanna do
Is spread them cheeks
Them chucks still on my feet
Over East you sleep, you tryna creep
How the f— he got the Crips?
How the f— he got the G’s?
And he throw B’s?
Nephew just popped a book
F—– on yo hoe and he a beast
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
One at the Flame
One at the Cave
One up in Magic, doing her thang
My phone gone rang if its some street
Up in that b—-, I don’t f— wit lames
Squeakin reasons n—– heating
Ain’t too peaceful playin the game
What I be doing don’t get that s— confused
To have me buss yo brain
Thuggin all outside in public bussin
Nothing what I come from
100 rounds on that drum
B—- its nothin I go dumb dumb
F— all that playin the wolf
And I’m with the s—-
Ain’t nothing I haven’t took
180 pound frame respect
The same size to be took
