All Is Well
Nah, I can't complain, my life's been good
Strugglin ass nigga still stuck in the hood
Cruisin' in a foreign one deep, with that wish a nigga would
Switchy on the back, nah, I really wish a nigga really would
I do what I want, you just did what you could
Hatin' ass nigga, always actin' like it's all good
Draco so loud, and the bottom got wood on it
Showin off that stick, give me that, you don't know what to do with it
I up the bitch on your stupid ass, boy, get the fuck back
Before I shoot you with it
When my finger be itchin' and twitchin
I roll down the window, I let off some shots
Swear that shit calm me down
Make the stick do a 360
Spin it round after round
Somethin' bout to smell of gun powder
I just love it so much
Yeah it give me a rush, make a beautiful noise
I just can't hear it enough
Gotta keep goin' ya I can't give it up
If I stop right now, who gonna take care my kids
And make sure I'm good
Nobody,
that's why I can't trust shit
Nobody sittin' on the side of me
Nobody sittin' behind me
Close the back door and blow off yo top
Nah, I can't complain, my life's been good
Strugglin ass nigga still stuck in the hood
Cruisin' in a foreign, one deep
With that wish a nigga would
Switchy on the back, nah, I really wish a nigga really would
I did what I want, you just did what you could
Ridin with my blick
I put a 50 on that boy
Speed racin through the city
With my finger on the trigger
Let a nigga play, that's the end of his life
Say he wanna fight, nigga fight for yo life
Heard I got pounds, yeah, bitch, I'm that nigga
I done ran it up once, I can run it up twice
Don't come round this way, actin' bad
I get on your head
762 eat it up like some lice
If ever die, I'ma go flyin' high
But na I don't plan on dyin' right now
My loved ones can't cry right now
I'm free and I'm gettin' money
So how can I still complain?
You better stay up in your lane
She left me in the rain
Shame on you, shame on you, shame on you
Make them young niggas
Bang on you, bang on you
Nah, I can't complain, my life's been good
Strugglin ass nigga still stuck in the hood
Cruisin in a foreign one deep
With that wish a nigga would
Switchy on the back, nah, I really wish a nigga really would
I did what I want, you just did what you could
Yeah, must be playin' with your nose
Think you playin' with me
I wake up in the morning,
Im roaming the streets
Everywhere i go got that boy on me
She got on gabbana
Im rockin amiri
Cant do dirt with him
He ain't got no experience
Cant see me for free
Bitches pay for appearance
Micro dosin on shrooms
Got me seeing shit clearly
If I don't do nothin', gotta keep this shit real
My people, they scared by the way that I live
I want me a mill with a house on the hill
I'm tryna do that, I ain't worry about a deal
The day i lost you, i ain't know how to feel
You the main reason I'm abusing these pills
Come on and bring me that pussy, la mama
I ain't with all the arguin and drama
Im showin, I'm blowin', your head come off ya
Real street nigga, I ain't goin' commercial
I'm the one that come step, I ain't with the commotion
Up losing sleep, I ain't losing no motion
Percocet and these bars, I hate when I'm sober
The weed came seal, but it still got a odor
I'm the same nigga i just got a lil older
Strugglin ass nigga still stuck in the hood
Cruisin' in a foreign one deep, with that wish a nigga would
Switchy on the back, nah, I really wish a nigga really would
I do what I want, you just did what you could
Hatin' ass nigga, always actin' like it's all good
Draco so loud, and the bottom got wood on it
Showin off that stick, give me that, you don't know what to do with it
I up the bitch on your stupid ass, boy, get the fuck back
Before I shoot you with it
When my finger be itchin' and twitchin
I roll down the window, I let off some shots
Swear that shit calm me down
Make the stick do a 360
Spin it round after round
Somethin' bout to smell of gun powder
I just love it so much
Yeah it give me a rush, make a beautiful noise
I just can't hear it enough
Gotta keep goin' ya I can't give it up
If I stop right now, who gonna take care my kids
And make sure I'm good
Nobody,
that's why I can't trust shit
Nobody sittin' on the side of me
Nobody sittin' behind me
Close the back door and blow off yo top
Nah, I can't complain, my life's been good
Strugglin ass nigga still stuck in the hood
Cruisin' in a foreign, one deep
With that wish a nigga would
Switchy on the back, nah, I really wish a nigga really would
I did what I want, you just did what you could
Ridin with my blick
I put a 50 on that boy
Speed racin through the city
With my finger on the trigger
Let a nigga play, that's the end of his life
Say he wanna fight, nigga fight for yo life
Heard I got pounds, yeah, bitch, I'm that nigga
I done ran it up once, I can run it up twice
Don't come round this way, actin' bad
I get on your head
762 eat it up like some lice
If ever die, I'ma go flyin' high
But na I don't plan on dyin' right now
My loved ones can't cry right now
I'm free and I'm gettin' money
So how can I still complain?
You better stay up in your lane
She left me in the rain
Shame on you, shame on you, shame on you
Make them young niggas
Bang on you, bang on you
Nah, I can't complain, my life's been good
Strugglin ass nigga still stuck in the hood
Cruisin in a foreign one deep
With that wish a nigga would
Switchy on the back, nah, I really wish a nigga really would
I did what I want, you just did what you could
Yeah, must be playin' with your nose
Think you playin' with me
I wake up in the morning,
Im roaming the streets
Everywhere i go got that boy on me
She got on gabbana
Im rockin amiri
Cant do dirt with him
He ain't got no experience
Cant see me for free
Bitches pay for appearance
Micro dosin on shrooms
Got me seeing shit clearly
If I don't do nothin', gotta keep this shit real
My people, they scared by the way that I live
I want me a mill with a house on the hill
I'm tryna do that, I ain't worry about a deal
The day i lost you, i ain't know how to feel
You the main reason I'm abusing these pills
Come on and bring me that pussy, la mama
I ain't with all the arguin and drama
Im showin, I'm blowin', your head come off ya
Real street nigga, I ain't goin' commercial
I'm the one that come step, I ain't with the commotion
Up losing sleep, I ain't losing no motion
Percocet and these bars, I hate when I'm sober
The weed came seal, but it still got a odor
I'm the same nigga i just got a lil older
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Writer(s): Chrishawn Jones
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