Testo Everything I Got - Ralo
Testo della canzone Everything I Got (Ralo), tratta dall'album Diary of the Streets 3
Yeah
Yeah
Twisted Jingles, baby
See everything I got I worked for it, this shit didn't come for free
We gon' go to war if any niggas try to come for me
I know I'm who they wanna be, but God only made one of me
Don't worry 'bout them haters (why?) 'cause all that shit up under me (yeah)
I know they're hangin' on the low (low), that's the wrong way to go (yeah)
Upon the crown before a hoe (damn), I can't trust her no mo' (mo')
Raindrop, raindrop still ridin' 'round with that thing cocked
Drop the top with the tank-tops, tell them haters that I can't stop
Weed money, coke money, dope money, dice money, show money
Black lamb, black van, why the hell you do him like that?
I heard it got him upset (fuck-up), these niggas ain't a threat (nah)
All the niggas with the dry head, I'ma leave a nigga wet (yeah)
Only rappers in the battlefield (whoo), who the fuck wanna battle them
Name a rapper saying something back, on a nigga get his ass whacked
I don't argue over telephones (no), I'ma do these niggas hella wrong (nah)
I'ma put these niggas into church, never said their name in a verse
Weed money, coke money, dope money, dice money, show money
It ain't nothing, we ain't trippin', we ain't gotta get a dime of show money (whoa)
We don't never throw side on nigga (no) 'cause we don't ever talk about a nigga (uh-huh)
If they're hatin' we gon' let 'em hate (yeah), 'cause none of these haters gon' elevate (fuck you)
Aye, check this out right
See, I just pulled up on my partner in my lamb right (I see the amount of flies)
I lift the doors up on that motherfucker (yo, what happened?)
And then when I looked at him
I could tell in their eye they ain't my partner no mo' (fuck you)
See everything I got I worked for it, this shit didn't come for free
We gon' go to war if any niggas try to come for me
I know I'm who they wanna be, but God only made one of me
Don't worry 'bout them haters (why?) 'cause all that shit up under me (yeah)
I know they're hangin' on the low (low), that's the wrong way to go (yeah)
Upon the crown before a hoe (damn), I can't trust her no mo' (mo')
Raindrop, raindrop still ridin' 'round with that thing cocked
Drop the top with the tank-tops, tell them haters that I can't stop
Can't stop, won't stop tell the folks I ain't gonna stop (no)
Ah, shit, pop shit, name an ah, that ain't gon' pop (yeah)
12 can't stop shit, tell the folks we ain't gon' cop (no)
Ralo where the fuck the roof went (ah), telling me ain't no top (no)
Riding 'round in a half a million, still got all my jewelry on (no)
I never hang around a lame, these niggas try to steer me wrong
I ain't ridin' on none of these fuck niggas waves just to get paid (no)
I'm the headline on every stage (yo), I don't give a fuck about an age
Young nigga but a OG, think twice 'fore you approach me
All them niggas talk about the 'round, fuck around and get it slowly
I know it's us versus everybody (damn), we got a bullet for everybody
You ain't never come in with a nigga (no), that ain't ready to go catch a body (uh-huh)
Why the fuck would I hang around a nigga that ain't on the same shit that I'm on (tell me that-)
I'm a million dollar nigga
And I'm still ready to get a nigga bullshit with that pistol
Any day (any day nigga), try that shit if you want boy (try me)
See everything I got I worked for it, this shit didn't come for free
We gon' go to war if any niggas try to come for me
I know I'm who they wanna be, but God only made one of me
Don't worry 'bout them haters (why?) 'cause all that shit up under me (yeah)
I know they're hangin' on the low (low), that's the wrong way to go (yeah)
Upon the crown before a hoe (damn), I can't trust her no mo' (mo')
Raindrop, raindrop still ridin' 'round with that thing cocked
Drop the top with the tank-tops, tell them haters that I can't stop
Weed money, coke money, dope money, dice money, show money
Black lamb, black van, why the hell you do him like that?
Weed money, coke money, dope money, dice money, show money
It ain't nothing, we ain't trippin', we ain't gotta get a dime of show money
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Writer(s): Terrell Davis, Deundraeus Portis
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