All My Life
All my life
All my life
All my life
Poor-poor man
All my life
All my life
All my life
Poor-poor man
I see many people suffering
Stuck in the gutter rummaging
Clucking for something just to give the gut a little nourishment
Stomach it stay summonin' the hunter within
Pulled to surface, human beings forced to primal urges
Trees that are blazed are sellin' for mega peace
Still money don't grow on trees, assumin' it's legal
Keep planting the seeds, initiating the sequel
To leave you, diggin' for the root of all evil
They act like they real when they lead, at least their see through
Their fishy with the skriller like a mammy shifting seafood
It's funny how things change, debated for the people
That's the way they made it, the money made us all equal
I speak what I feel, no reason to be deceitful or bring war to your door
Material possessions, I ain't into them at all
'Cause everything I truly love you never get receipts for
We step in this game with no pennies to our names
Why you acting like your rich
With a pocket full of change
Life is a strain for the real people hustling
It doesn't add up, like paying desperate money, jugglin'
Wanderin' is this really part of the plan
To take an order from tha' man, the thought that we stand
To get rich and expand is the dream that their sellin' us
And when we can't do it, they'll proceed to keep tellin' us
Jimmy's only words were "Too much dicks"
So broke, I'll steal your whole mansion brick by brick
Think quick, through the country other
With a load of fake names
Making claims on your grass, it's lost
All I really own is these words I was givin'
Reserved in the rhythm for the future to listen
The point I ain't missin', 'cause I ain't like you
I never found peace without the wars I went through
All my life (all my life)
All my life (yeah son)
All my life (all my life, all my life)
I've been a-
Poor-poor man
All my life (all my motherfuckin' life)
All my life (all my life, all my life)
All my life (all my blissful life)
Poor-poor man
Yo
Much on my mind, I don't find it funny
In the struggle with the leeches
How you've gotta mind your money
The little I've got, they wanna take it from me
I don't praise the table, but man my family must eat
I'm not a crook, but was gettin' money off the books
Don't remember where, mister tax man, I'm sorry
Look, I'm 'bout to go legit tryna start the music shit
Maybe get a little nine-to-five, if I ain't makin' shit
Maybe this is just irresponsible for a family man
Writing chunks, music spins puttin' money in the bank
So no, I can't do the free collab
But thanks for asking, but now I'm an asshole
Deep in the over draft that makes me past broke
It's only money, don't say that you can't cope
I say that makes a lot of other things hard though
Verb, yes, I rip flow so better show me the door
I'm not piss poor
I'm not shit rich
Money's a bitch, it turns kids into fucking dicks
In my life I've learnt that life's on some other shit
Feelin' like an alien that's comin' from the mothership
I spit my own gold bars and write my own notes
In my ryhme pad, drop me in shit creek and I will flow
I've always been a sort of level headed kind of bloke
That works hard to get the shit I want for that ryhme I wrote
The test of time will be the one that's really showing
Get enough R-E-S-P-E-C-T to keep me flowing
My bank rolling, growing, it's shrinking without me knowing
I could be going mental but I did this for me
And all I need is a pencil and intsrumentals
To get the track cracking like some earth quake offense do
The papers, what breaks us and make it look gloomy
And I tell it how it is but most would think I'm a looney
All my life (all my life)
All my life (yeah, son)
All my life (all my life, all my life)
I've been a-
Poor-poor man
All my life (all my motherfuckin' life)
All my life (all my life, all my life)
All my life (all my blissful life)
Poor-poor man
All my life
All my life
All my life
Poor-poor man
All my life
All my life
All my life
Poor-poor man
All my life
All my life
All my life
All my life
All my life
Poor-poor man
All my life
All my life
All my life
Poor-poor man
I see many people suffering
Stuck in the gutter rummaging
Clucking for something just to give the gut a little nourishment
Stomach it stay summonin' the hunter within
Pulled to surface, human beings forced to primal urges
Trees that are blazed are sellin' for mega peace
Still money don't grow on trees, assumin' it's legal
Keep planting the seeds, initiating the sequel
To leave you, diggin' for the root of all evil
They act like they real when they lead, at least their see through
Their fishy with the skriller like a mammy shifting seafood
It's funny how things change, debated for the people
That's the way they made it, the money made us all equal
I speak what I feel, no reason to be deceitful or bring war to your door
Material possessions, I ain't into them at all
'Cause everything I truly love you never get receipts for
We step in this game with no pennies to our names
Why you acting like your rich
With a pocket full of change
Life is a strain for the real people hustling
It doesn't add up, like paying desperate money, jugglin'
Wanderin' is this really part of the plan
To take an order from tha' man, the thought that we stand
To get rich and expand is the dream that their sellin' us
And when we can't do it, they'll proceed to keep tellin' us
Jimmy's only words were "Too much dicks"
So broke, I'll steal your whole mansion brick by brick
Think quick, through the country other
With a load of fake names
Making claims on your grass, it's lost
All I really own is these words I was givin'
Reserved in the rhythm for the future to listen
The point I ain't missin', 'cause I ain't like you
I never found peace without the wars I went through
All my life (all my life)
All my life (yeah son)
All my life (all my life, all my life)
I've been a-
Poor-poor man
All my life (all my motherfuckin' life)
All my life (all my life, all my life)
All my life (all my blissful life)
Poor-poor man
Yo
Much on my mind, I don't find it funny
In the struggle with the leeches
How you've gotta mind your money
The little I've got, they wanna take it from me
I don't praise the table, but man my family must eat
I'm not a crook, but was gettin' money off the books
Don't remember where, mister tax man, I'm sorry
Look, I'm 'bout to go legit tryna start the music shit
Maybe get a little nine-to-five, if I ain't makin' shit
Maybe this is just irresponsible for a family man
Writing chunks, music spins puttin' money in the bank
So no, I can't do the free collab
But thanks for asking, but now I'm an asshole
Deep in the over draft that makes me past broke
It's only money, don't say that you can't cope
I say that makes a lot of other things hard though
Verb, yes, I rip flow so better show me the door
I'm not piss poor
I'm not shit rich
Money's a bitch, it turns kids into fucking dicks
In my life I've learnt that life's on some other shit
Feelin' like an alien that's comin' from the mothership
I spit my own gold bars and write my own notes
In my ryhme pad, drop me in shit creek and I will flow
I've always been a sort of level headed kind of bloke
That works hard to get the shit I want for that ryhme I wrote
The test of time will be the one that's really showing
Get enough R-E-S-P-E-C-T to keep me flowing
My bank rolling, growing, it's shrinking without me knowing
I could be going mental but I did this for me
And all I need is a pencil and intsrumentals
To get the track cracking like some earth quake offense do
The papers, what breaks us and make it look gloomy
And I tell it how it is but most would think I'm a looney
All my life (all my life)
All my life (yeah, son)
All my life (all my life, all my life)
I've been a-
Poor-poor man
All my life (all my motherfuckin' life)
All my life (all my life, all my life)
All my life (all my blissful life)
Poor-poor man
All my life
All my life
All my life
Poor-poor man
All my life
All my life
All my life
Poor-poor man
All my life
All my life
All my life
Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Conning, James Warden Leigh, Joshua Adam Davey, Alexander Gerrard Whitehead
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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