All My Life

Today's agenda, catch him and throw him back of the Sentra

Before you hit the nigga, just tell him El Papa sent ya

I kill sheep, blacking out with them white squares

All these silk sheets, none of my bitches get nightmares

We supply corners, turn foes into bygones

I stopped wearing that last year, I been fly longer

Huh, dimes on us, we give and go

The hardest nigga talking that 'caine and you niggas know

Used to book a suite, seven bitches to cook a week

A brick was on my lap when they sent me to push a tweet

Two hundred keys of dope, looking glorious

Thirty five a half of that thunder, nigga we warriors

All my life I was forced to get right, I gotta flow with the dope

Streets got me all in, I'm moving

Militant, never talking to them folks

I only want the money baby, them streets made me

I only want the money baby, streets turned a nigga crazy

Today's agenda, taping the work inside of the fender

Reeffy in the kitchen, he working all of the blenders

Let's better check, we be shooting, they sending threats

Leave the pump soaking, gun smoking like Red and Meth

Kitchen cooking like we in Mastro's

Four Seasons, Medusa head on my bathrobe

We make the scale tilt on deals

The S Coupe looking like a glass of milk on wheels, nigga

Up in Vegas, play Venetian, we up in smoke

Up in Barney's, Rollie money for fucking coats

Up in your bitch, don't you ever think it could not happen

Cause now I'm looking for Kourtney, I heard that Scott's slacking

All my life I was forced to get right, I gotta flow with the dope

Streets got me all in, I'm moving

Militant, never talking to them folks

I only want the money baby, them streets made me

I only want the money baby, streets turned a nigga crazy