All Out

No
Ain't no gangsta
Don't have glock on me homie
I just got a lot of people owe me
Hold the power
That's what my dad told me
And so I will father
Won't let them lies hold me
And so I rise homie
Many people met in life
Many good many bad
Makes me really sad
When another person
Turns to rat
Well that's that
Nowadays feeling like
Something holding back
Man I'm of my track
Oh snap
Never been a slack
H-school grad
I'm still on my study path
We don't do no white flag
On that pressure gag
Fo relief green drag
And we back on top
And we back on top
Yo gravity waddup
Can you let ma shit pop
Although I'm asking
Don't you think that I might stop
Using manners
Just Before I fuck you up
Ey

Gr e ks u
And your speakers blowing up
Tungatroll and my crew
When we in we all out
Sending thoughts through
Take the dirt of you
Sneeze the evil out
Auchuu
Gr e ks u
And your speakers blowing up
Tungatroll and my crew
When we in we all out

Negativity is clearer
Life is shit but we still live it
And if it's bad
Then what's the point of being in it
Change perception
And with it meaning
Loose aggression
And all that sinning
Jumping up and down like on a fest
Caught up on simplicity
Like man on woman's breast
You will live your life in misery
Unless you give your brain
Something to digest
I'm indirect
Conflicted mind I possess
Going risky path is tricky
Wicked
Ignoring loses
Man, you got make your own choices
All causes
All forces
We all bosses
If you think about it
These bodies have a soul
Red like roses
Pulling strings upon them
Flipping up a coin
Hoping
Faith lead the way for them
But they selected choices
They made the calling
Yea

Gr e ks u
And your speakers blowing up
Tungatroll and my crew
When we in we all out
Sending thoughts through
Take the dirt of you
Sneeze the evil out
Auchuu
Gr e ks u
And your speakers blowing up
Tungatroll and my crew
When we in we all out



Credits
Writer(s): Grigory Belyaevsky
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