Testo All - Berner feat. Chevy Woods
Testo della canzone All (Berner feat. Chevy Woods), tratta dall'album Drugstore Cowboy - Deluxe Edition
When I was young I was told to ball
Money hidden in the wall
I stand tall, I could never fall
I started small, told my girl
50 Carats, I'ma show it off
New watch, new drop
Fuck 'em all, I live above the law
I move 'em all with one call
My phone's ringing, my chrome's singing
Bullets sting, while he bleeds, I'll be home leaning
I'm in the foreign speeding
Top floor of the Four Seasons
Yeah we got the whole floor reeking
Gimme more, gimme more, four gold pieces
Coke money got you and your ho speechless
Nights without sleep
5 AM, two stripper girls in my sheets
I'm somewhere in the East counting paper
I gave 'em 50 on the front and told 'em pay me later
Got a hollow for a hater
A slug for a sucker, young gunnas that'll kill
For real drug smuggler, I have it all
Three places, beat three cases
Briefcases full of white men's faces
Take this white cup, taste it
And tell me how you feel when you wake up
When I was young I was told to ball
Money hidden in the wall
I stand tall, I could never fall
I started small, told my girl
50 Carats, I'ma show it off
New watch, new drop
Fuck 'em all, I live above the law
I move 'em all with one call
Glass dick smokers, twenty piece hole in the wall
One ain't wanna fight for it, told him I'ma smoke it all
Club chilling, blowing green, we against the wall
We came to party but tripped this clip
Never will I tell cause it's ball or fall
Why would I help 'em with they job?
Then he said, "If you do, you'll be straight
And we'll put you somewhere safe like today"
Five hundred bricks, shit I ran 'em all
Looking at 'em run to the mall but they was falling off
I brought the profit back and I was never late
One time the nigga told me
They catching bodies where I'm from
Don't be riding around looking all lost
Eight shots, four bullets hit your chest
Shirt red, Randy Moss, swear to God
When I was young I was told to ball
Money hidden in the wall
I stand tall, I could never fall
I started small, told my girl
50 Carats, I'ma show it off
New watch, new drop
Fuck 'em all, I live above the law
I move 'em all with one call
Gold Rolex, gold ropes on my neck
Pocket full of blue shit that'll end all stress
In a minute I'ma send all ten
I just got the word, I wish I never read that text
In the mix for a while, I'ma buy 'em all
Five each, if I move these I'ma buy 'em all
In the fall hit the road, yeah it's time to ball
Forty shows, five grand each, shit that's kinda raw
Coke dealers love my shit, yeah they give me props
I just wanna live forever like Big and Pac
Ain't nothing cool about getting shot
My homie Troopie got hit, they told him he'll never walk
This the city where I'm from
Where powder makes the coke heads numb
You better keep some bullets in that gun
Two shots'll make his bitch ass run
You could have it all
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Writer(s): Jonathan Smith, Jeffrey Grigsby, Cedric Leonard, Sean Joseph
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