I'm All In (feat. Bruck Shot)

Rawr, rawr, rawr
I'm 10-4 (ohkay, ohkay, ohkay)
I'm all in my nigga
Ohkay, ohkay

Tired of being poor, tired of being broke
Something gotta give, plottin' with this 44 (ohkay)
Rent, water, lights due car note too (ohkay)
Me and baby momma arguin' bout some bullshit
What I'm gon' do thinkin' bout them prison blues
Man fuck them motherfuckin' prison blues nigga (ohkay)

Hard times bring the savage out a real nigga (bring the savage out me)
Yeah I'm with the shits, give me all ya shit nigga (give it here)
Don't catch a whole clip tryna buck nigga (don't buck)
What them babies need, daddy gotta get nigga (ohkay)
No sleep, all gas, no brakes nigga (no brakes)
Apply pressure at all times, no breaks nigga (no breaks)
Keep my foot on a nigga neck, don't blink point blank bang
Nigga give me everything

I'm sorry that it had to come to this (ohkay)
But you was flodgin and I needed it
Don't make me beat ya ass repeatedly (don't make me do it)
Just give me what the fuck I came here for
(Just give me what the fuck I came here for)
I'm sorry that it had to come to this (ohkay)
But you was flodgin and I needed it (I needed it)
Don't make me beat your ass repeatedly
Give me what the fuck I came here for

Fuck it I'm all in (I'm all in)
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Fuck it I'm all in (I'm all in)
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Fuck it I'm all in (I'm all in)

Life can be crazy, while tryna live sane (yeah)
Niggas ya brother, but put ya in chains
Focus on wins, so I'm playin' the game
Goin' hard for my fam, I ain't never been lame

Invest in assets, and live somewhat near plain (yeah)
Run up and get slain, by that thing that go bang (baow)
Heard ya kept it G, then how ya taking L's
Bullshit never nothing, lies like fairy tales
Eyeball all my product, no need for a scale

Hustlin' is my purpose jackin' if it fails (yeah)
You can get the business, label or in sales
All about a check, 'cause I ain't feelin' well
Yeah, I woo a bitch, send ya straight hell (ugh)

Make ya feel my pain, might be sickle cell (haha)
Pull up to ya spot, stink ya where ya dwell
Put him in a ditch, lime a kill the smell (yeah)
Started out with flippin', touched him for the thrill
Ran down with a stick, you should know the drill
All the homies throwed, thoughts will give ya chills
Niggas highly psyched, bug and geeked on pills
Squad be going dumb, you know what it is
Bitches set ya up, crackers takin' pics
Trial is comin' up, gon' and send the hit
Front me on some work, flip ya for a brick
I don't play with men, only stare at kids
Yeah, I don't play with men and only stare at kids

Fuck it I'm all in (I'm all in)
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Credits
Writer(s): Dale Jackson
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