All In

Tryna get em all in
Tryna get em all in
Yeah tryna get em all in
Aye uh tryna get that
Niggas chasing that bag now
Tryna get a tech just like the fab five
Ain't no timeouts I'm in my bag now
They get to pressing my niggas we ain't gone back down
Tryna get em all in
I want my whole team to eat that mean we all win
Them niggas think they want smoke til they see me balling
You niggas might of seen me slip but it ain't no falling
Running miles steady switching gears shit in overdrive
Niggas steady tryna take the bag shit is oversized
I was down 20 came back now we in overtime
When you from the trenches you get rich you still over grind
Made a drop thought the play was off but this ain't TNT
Racking up ducking court cases that's a DNP
Try to hit my phone you shoulda known that shit on DND
Hate when niggas see me down bad this ain't no TMZ

Aye tryna get em all in
And ain't nobody perfect
That mean we all sin
I want my whole team to eat
That mean we all win
That mean we ain't gone sleep
Until we all win
Aye
Don't give a fuck what you gone say about it
How you expect to get that bag if you don't pray about it
Put shit in motion I'm really plotting everyday about it
I'm goin crazy bout it
Can't go a day without it

NFL head coach as far as plotting goes
Infinity and to beyond as far as stopping goes
I never fall I never scream Geronimo
I'm racking up the cash like casino that's Bellagio
Pull up to mi casa if you gang then it's vamonos
If you wasn't with us in the trenches then it's adios
Bet if I told ya bitch to slide she'll probably go
Ask em to his face if he want smoke the answer probably no
I'm spazzing out, my uncle Fritz told me what you stressing on
Get back on yo grind and use these niggas as a stepping stone
Stay prayed up you know you gotta get yo blessings on
And stay quite on the shit you never give discretion on
Stand ya ground never give a inch cuz they gone take a mile
Ten toes keep em on the ground cuz it's gone take a while
You my only nephew so I gotta teach these lessons now
Cuz you never know bout how much longer you gone be around
He died three years later
So I pray I get a check before I meet my maker
And I pray I'm selling out arenas just like the Lakers
And I don't care about how long that it take us

Aye tryna get em all in
And ain't nobody perfect
That mean we all sin
I want my whole team to eat
That mean we all win
That mean we ain't gone sleep
Until we all win
Aye
Don't give a fuck what you gone say about it
How you expect to get that bag if you don't pray about it
Put shit in motion I'm really plotting everyday about it
I'm goin crazy bout it
Can't go a day without it

Saint
Straight Up



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Writer(s): Joshua Saintus
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