All In (feat. Rick Hyde & Frosty Breesh)

Ain't scared to fail I'm going all in Cop a chain with some diamonds in it Standing out I'm too different See fake shit so I move back Got guns now don't gotta prove that The feds watching they gonna use that Damn Frosty how you do that Hit the rode til my wheels flat Can't change your past don't look back Was trapping out my book bag Same spot I kept my books at The worst time shows you who's real The best time shows you who's fake Under pressure I will not break Talking about the shots you miss Won't talk about the shots you make I been plugged in I can get you powered up Stuff a raw then sour puff She all fenty powdered up Told her to accountant up If I could do it all again I would've saved Instead of spend Blow that shit Count it again Roll that shit Light it again Life is real It's not pretend You niggas hoe I'm not yo kin Fuck a foe and fuck a friend I up this pole and bust again These bankrolls what I'm up against Tryna leave the hood So my kids can live better I just wasn't shit But look now I'm popping nigga I use to stick niggas around With the Stockton nigga Shit I done came a long way From the projects nigga You niggas counterfeit bitch Ain't no profit nigga Let's go Ain't scared to fail I'm going all in Cop a chain with some diamonds in it Standing out I'm too different See fake shit so I move back Got guns now don't gotta prove that The feds watching they gonna use that Damn Frosty how you do that Hit the rode til my wheels flat Can't change your past don't look back Was trapping out my book bag Same spot I kept my books at The worst time shows you who's real The best time shows you who's fake Under pressure I will not break Talking about the shots you miss Won't talk about the shots you make My little bitch want Gucci slides I tell her go head snatch em She let me use that address When it's time to catch that package Prayer hands and fingers crossed Shit I just check that traffic Tell her get what she want She like you must've caught that back end My little homie got the Mac 10 All he wanted was a stack Another one of that Will get a nigga whacked fit Baby I can get you tapped in Blood stains on my Valentino's How a nigga been stepping Ask about us no question It's just three letters I'm repping I got great reviews on my last album You only good as yo last album You ain't fucking with my worst album I know you heard me like Max volume Probably thought I wouldn't pass by you Search me every time I rap viral I be getting to bag vital Niggas tryna be rap rivals Smoking blunts I'm Vibing Just reached the top done climbing In the Stu I'm grinding Pass the deal I'm signing When you lose they switching up Don't hit my phone won't pick up Face my fear war ready Trying to count me out I'm count myself back in It was late nights we was trapping Beat the odds I'm going for the win Fuck that shit going all in Fuck that shit I'm going all in I ain't stopping til we all win I ain't stopping til we all win I ain't stopping til we all win Ain't scared to fail I'm going all in Cop a chain with some diamonds in it Standing out I'm too different See fake shit so I move back Got guns now don't gotta prove that The feds watching they gonna use that Damn Frosty how you do that Hit the rode til my wheels flat Can't change your past don't look back Was trapping out my book bag Same spot I kept my books at The worst time shows you who's real The best time shows you who's fake Under pressure I will not break Talking about the shots you miss Won't talk about the shots you make