All I Know ft. Young Cellas Lyrics

How can I hate most niggas fake

I just want up out this place, but let me demonstrate

I got a lot up on my plate

I'm not thinkin' straight

Man, I am not thinkin' straight

I'm not thinkin' straight

Man, I am not thinkin' straight

But let me demonstrate

All these niggas fake, All these niggas hate

All these niggas snake

Most these bustas fake

Most these bustas hate, ayy Fuck up out my face

Stay up out my way, ayy Smoked that to the face

Then I did the race, ayy Gotta stay on pace

I'm chasin' to this cake, ayy Chasin' to this cake

I swear I can't be late, ayy Smokin' out the pound

I heard he smokin' shake, ayy

Louis on my belt and 40 on my waist

Bitches like my flow and bitches like my taste

Money call my phone, so bitch, I can't be late

I want my money funds, bitch, I got a Tommy gun

I'm 19, but I keep a fuckin' knife just like I'm 21

Like I'm 21, but I'm gon' be on my shit till I'm 81

Got the Tommy gun, if you want that, smoke this shit for anyone

I smoke a ton, if you don't got no plug, then go and get you one

Put a bag on your head, I'm gon' get you dead

I never use the pencil, all I know is this pistol led

All I see is red, I cock my Glock and then I shoot your head

Bullets like a missile, when it hits you, it's gon' leave you dead

All I know is make this fuckin' money before I go to bed

They don't know what time we on, they just know the time we in

All I fuckin' know is me and Cellas always crackin' heads

Yeah, I'm all alone, they call me Bone, I'm always poppin' meds

Spark a fuckin' blunt and then I put my fuckin' headphones in

Had her suck my dick

But after that, I gave her peppermint

They can't fuck with us, but best believe you cannot fuck with this

Up the murder rate, you got a problem, we gon' murder it

I got that dog shit on me, like I went and stepped in shit

Took so many losses, I'm still winnin', know they mad as shit

Got that 40 on me, I'm gon' blow it if you talk that shit

All about my money, if you touch it, I'm gon' blow that bitch

Had to change my ways, cause I was tired of bein' average

Man, I'm shittin' on these niggas, think I need a laxative

Know they want me dead, but young Cellas ain't havin' it

Bitch, I'm pocket watchin', if I see it, then I'm grabbin' it

Don't you pass me that motherfuckin' gas, cause bitch, I'm passin' it

And don't you ask me bout my fuckin' life, cause bitch, I'm rappin' it

Don't you worry bout how much I got, I'm always stackin' it

And don't you worry bout the opps block, cause we always clappin' it

I shot him in his shit, I shot his neck, knocked out his tonsils

I left his brother dead, and now a nigga need some counseling

Put some bread up on a pole, that's my first investment

Came up off the gutter, so don't you even test me