Give It All

Gotta give it, gotta give it
Gotta give it, gotta give it
Gotta give it, gotta give it
Gotta give it, gotta give it all I got

Best believe my shit knock, had to turn it up a notch
So every single drop
It's time to give em what they want
Can't believe I almost stopped, I
Must've gotten lost, so
As soon as we hit the spot it's time to
Give it all I got

Had to take it to the top,
From the bottom of the rock
Almost forgot I had a cause, no,
Not on my watch
Once I'm on I can't fall off,

I was walking 'round distraught
From dusk to dawn, 'cus that bullshit had me Caught up

We spark a lot, deep in the parking lot
We feeling like a mob and we smoking top notch
I'm riding with my squad and we lookin'
Real posh

This shorty talk a lot, but
Drop her jaw
when we hit the block up

Too much for i have fought, plus the distance
I have gone
It would be, just wrong
Not to do another song
It's time to give it all I got, 'cus this is all I got
And this one's for the family, the family and squad

Feel like I had to boss up,
Chest out when I walk up
A lot of niggas talk tough
Your back, they claim they got
But as soon as you turn it,
You see those bridges burn, quick
On the spot, here comes
That gossip

I think I see a opp, doing the opposite
You secretly on a plot, bitch,
y'all funny like some comics
Y'all bars is microscopic, nahh kid,
y'all bars is chocolate
Now let's get back on topic,
I'm just telling you to watch it

When you earn your profit, play it safe like
Where you deposit
Be sure that you lock it, every time you
Dump your pockets
After you gave it all you got, yuh
Fuck that, I'm feeling like the "hot shit"
So sick, this flow is toxic,
This shit gon' be symbolic

Flow like a leaky faucet,
Dripping, never stoppin'
Going hard, shooting stars in my rocket-
Car, made in Houston,
On the way to make some music
Broke down another cigar for my chronic,
Get my mind lucid

Yes, I do this often, off that lucky green like
I'm from Boston
Matter of fact, I'm off it, yeah, my time to give it all I got
Give it all I got

Always had an eye for the little things,
Since I was a little thing

Full of energy, trying to stay out the
Middle of things
Master of my abilities, faster with my agility
Olympic sprinter speed, from those fidgety
Hillbilly cops using bigotry, with my capability
To take a beat skillfully,
Channel my hostility
Every possibility,
Walk In, caught a whiff of me
I told him it's sticky tree .

Ex-girls that's missing me
Realizing we had chemistry, but the
Chance is history

Gotta give it, gotta give it
Gotta give it, gotta give it
Gotta give it, gotta give it
Gotta give it, gotta give it

All I got, yeah
All I got, yeah