All My Friends

All my friends are dead
Don't push me to the edge
Or what ever uzi said

Dead friends
You been coming for my money like you Uncle Sam
Sometimes I be regretting, knowing I'm the man
Why the fuck you tryna tax that
Every time I make a milly
Got you hand out, "give me half that"
Fives. Tens. Fifties. Hunnids.
You don't give a fuck
You just be counting all that money
Fuck it
I been getting money
Since I was a jit
And no then taxes ain't gone stunt me

Yes I'm gone be stingy
Less you coming with the Benjis
You know I need the racks
Come on people know you feel me
Gotta stay up out the trap
But yet I'm tryna make a killing
Make yo money work for you

All my friends are dead
Don't push me to the edge
Or what ever uzi said

All my friends are dead
Don't push me to the edge
Or what ever uzi said

All my friends are dead
Don't push me to the edge
Or what ever uzi said

Where the racks at
Man the question is rhetorical
Where you been at
Fayetnam I never heard of you
Met Jermaine at play
Man, that shit was freighting
Who ever thought in this cole world I'd be like him
Big screen
Know I'm coming through with a big team
Fort Bragg
Man, yeah my crew look like a strike team
You try to step best come correct or
Get caught with the lighting
Whatever happens is yo fault cause
Man that's beside me

Yeah
You know I don't care
If I'm getting paid you know I'm there
Just know them niggas they gone take their share
Fives, Tens, Fifties, Hunnids
You don't give a fuck
You just be counting all that money
Fuck it
I been getting money
Since I was a jit
And no then taxes ain't gone stunt me

All my friends are dead
Don't push me to the edge
Or what ever uzi said



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Writer(s): Zuriel Fredd
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