All or Nothing

My favorite time of the year as when mama bought us all sneakers
To last us the whole year I had Heavy D in my speakers
My brother was moving work, First time I saw me a geeker
They probably was off the coke, mo county was full of country caucasians
Who off the dope
My brother had him a beeper
Climbing without the rope
That ladder was looking steeper
To each his own I was grinding
My rhyming was perfect timing
Generational talent like I'm Saquon
I don't need the lineman it's cool
Some of you OGs is fools and you a failure
You set examples for these kids
Demonstration of foul behavior
A menace to my society most of us never valued
Wondering why the pistol of one of your peers
Was pointed at you it's real
Swimming deep in those waters without the float
Aliyah was rocking the boat
My homie was rocking up dope
I was a younging I heard that Ishmel got shot
And we couldn't believe it
Me and Mickey talking about going to the league
And we couldn't achieve it
Now what the fuck is we supposed to do
Man they wasn't teaching us shit that we were supposed to do
Now all these women correlate the greatest success
With a nice crib and boring ocean view
And Nas tried to tell us to watch them people that close to you yeah

What about all my goals
And what about all my dreams
What about all my bros
And what about all my queens
It's all or nothing I'm all or nothing I'm all in
It's all or nothing I'm all or nothing I'm all in
It's all or nothing I'm all or nothing I'm all in
It's all or nothing I'm all or nothing I'm all in
But What about all my dreams

I wanted blessings tried to sin for it
Wasn't sure I'm bout to swim for it
Had to leave the hood to win for it
Don't shade who went out on a limb for it
I know the mind is just another muscle
Reading books like the gym for it
Preserve ya mind at all times
Tupperware and tin foil it
Two for one had to ten four it
Do you copy what I'm saying
Nigga better stop playing
Cause everybody ain't playing
And Loyalty is expensive
But everybody ain't paying
Ain't everybody ain't blessed
Cause everybody ain't praying
They try to say I got a drinking a problem
I was Thinking bout my dead homies
So to me I got a thinking problem
You can't see me got a blinking problem
Is you a OG or you just old
City on my shoulders they was just cold
Why would I care to see you ever bare the same old soul that you just sold
No



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Writer(s): S. Boursiquot
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