Allat
Mind full of turmoil don't need that
Momma said sit bacc and relax yea yea yea
Looking at the blocc through my window
Thinking should I stay or should I go yea yea yea
Texting all my crushes they still ain call bacc
Thinking if I'm good or should I juss serve cracc
Bling in my watch I need allat allat
Blue flags and respect I need allat so run it man
When I was 12 years old I'm exposed unto the street life
Momma didn't know I was home before the street lights
Didn't have much of my peers to Fuccin bacc on
Lonely with the world thinking sister would never come home
Even in the darkness the light would shine bright
Dodging bullets with my homies running from police
Poor but rich at heart we was alright
Naw fucc that time to get money nigga we 13
Stealing out the corner store resell we make green
Poppa getting suspicious I'm wearing them colored shirts
Lost my virginity now it's time to touch earth
Niggas beef with us and we running up on they turf
Big thang when 1200 was beefing with 21st
Keeping my nose up in the shit would only make the matters worse
If I get caught in getting Whoopins if this shit is really worth
One thing that really haunt me was my homie getting jumped
I was right there when I saw him and them niggas had them thumpers
I was looking at him dead up in his eyes coulda help him
But my circumstances made me not jump up in the Fuccin circle
He was a tough nigga but look up in his eyes screaming help me
My father said you coulda jumped in
NOW YOU TELL ME
No center of attention Cos them niggas didn't really like me
Now I'm causing up the ruccus and then niggas wanna fight me
Music was my outlet cos depression is 3real
Push my will and I bet I'll make that Fuccin glocc spill
Like milk
It kills me Cos she all up in his motherfuccin face
Why they ain show me the same love guess I'm hatin'
Anyway
I see the walking far away ain no way up on this day
That I ain gon make this nigga pay
Mind full of turmoil don't need that
Momma said sit bacc and relax yea yea yea
Looking at the blocc through my window
Thinking should I stay or should I go yea yea yea
Texting all my crushes they still ain call bacc
Thinking if I'm good or should I juss serve cracc
Bling in my watch I need allat allat
Blue flags and respect I need allat allat
Ten freaky girls I need allat
I gott glocc and he gotta checc I need allat so run it mane
Momma said sit bacc and relax yea yea yea
Looking at the blocc through my window
Thinking should I stay or should I go yea yea yea
Texting all my crushes they still ain call bacc
Thinking if I'm good or should I juss serve cracc
Bling in my watch I need allat allat
Blue flags and respect I need allat so run it man
When I was 12 years old I'm exposed unto the street life
Momma didn't know I was home before the street lights
Didn't have much of my peers to Fuccin bacc on
Lonely with the world thinking sister would never come home
Even in the darkness the light would shine bright
Dodging bullets with my homies running from police
Poor but rich at heart we was alright
Naw fucc that time to get money nigga we 13
Stealing out the corner store resell we make green
Poppa getting suspicious I'm wearing them colored shirts
Lost my virginity now it's time to touch earth
Niggas beef with us and we running up on they turf
Big thang when 1200 was beefing with 21st
Keeping my nose up in the shit would only make the matters worse
If I get caught in getting Whoopins if this shit is really worth
One thing that really haunt me was my homie getting jumped
I was right there when I saw him and them niggas had them thumpers
I was looking at him dead up in his eyes coulda help him
But my circumstances made me not jump up in the Fuccin circle
He was a tough nigga but look up in his eyes screaming help me
My father said you coulda jumped in
NOW YOU TELL ME
No center of attention Cos them niggas didn't really like me
Now I'm causing up the ruccus and then niggas wanna fight me
Music was my outlet cos depression is 3real
Push my will and I bet I'll make that Fuccin glocc spill
Like milk
It kills me Cos she all up in his motherfuccin face
Why they ain show me the same love guess I'm hatin'
Anyway
I see the walking far away ain no way up on this day
That I ain gon make this nigga pay
Mind full of turmoil don't need that
Momma said sit bacc and relax yea yea yea
Looking at the blocc through my window
Thinking should I stay or should I go yea yea yea
Texting all my crushes they still ain call bacc
Thinking if I'm good or should I juss serve cracc
Bling in my watch I need allat allat
Blue flags and respect I need allat allat
Ten freaky girls I need allat
I gott glocc and he gotta checc I need allat so run it mane
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Writer(s): Jacobi Reynolds
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