All In

First, I'm known to rock crowds call me Pink Flovd
On the bill with every legend making big noise
When they announce us for a show, oh it brings joy
While ya just get a bunch of Nas, word to Hit-Boy
Nigga your shit's void, wouldn't even shine with ya skin oil
I don't play dough, so have your way with that kids toy
With mad presence, I shoot the gift boy
I told fools from the jump, this is what you get when ya pick soy
They broke and jealous, to make it way worse, overzealous
Playing ketchup and to old to relish
Or mustard we dem boys that can even make concessions stand
So y'all better grab ya pension plan
Cause we got now, better wait ya turn
Get a second job, and find some time to burn
Join a seminar, it's always good to learn
Time is paper y'all, don't make it hard to earn

Pop shit, hot shit, drop shit
Do it all day
Bad chick off the liq wanna call me
Get real lit off the swish, I ain't ballin
Push whips, I ain't stallin'
I ain't even fallin'
Chase cheese, I ain't mallin'
Underground sound, but I still put my all in
Turnt up, hot shit every time when I call them
Call me til the summer and the fall leave

Different spots that I'm chillin in
I'm the plug, never gotta deal with a middleman
Fly shit, got my chain swinging like Wimbledon
New season, but your old bae's what I'm swimming in
Colder than Michigan
I'm outside, chasing Moneybaggs like CMG
Your songs, never get response call the EMT
Facts over fiction, moneys my addiction
I'm on another level time to upgrade the mission

Thought I reached my pinnacle when I sippin pinnacle
But all that shit was minimal, these records like my dinner food
They love me in my interviews, I probably made an interlude
If I was really into you
The reefer got me cynical
But I'm still moving like steam roller
It's big wins mixed with gin when the team's over
You don't leave ever leave Dover
You pop shit, move slow like the lean soda
Independent living how we winning, I don't need Hova

Pop shit, hot shit, drop shit
Do it all day
Bad chick off the liq wanna call me
Get real lit off the swish, I ain't ballin
Push whips, I ain't stallin'
I ain't even fallin'
Chase cheese, I ain't mallin'
Underground sound, but I still put my all in
Turnt up, hot shit when I call them
Call me til the summer and the fall leave



Credits
Writer(s): Jamal James, Daryl James, Michael Thomas
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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