All In Lyrics

These eyes, I can see loneliness, heading my way

The light, of love has blown out, now your shadow's gone away

You took awayyyyy the sound

Huh is your boy Na8 to the highest grade

I want it all or nothing, rain until the sun comes

Even when the sun comes, summer lock down

Is your boy gr8 Na8, we celebrate the gr8

I'm a real G, i keep it 100

I'm a real G, I keep it 1 thousand

I'm a real G, I keep it 1 milli

All by myself, I made it this strong

Cross path with the fakes, but i'm still strong

All they ever wanted is to see me fall

Even my real cross, turning fake on me

This is my game time, I got to make my

All I ever wanted is to make things fine

All they ever wanted is to make me down

I see with my two eyes, cross paths with my blinds side

Yeah I'm all in am all in

Yeah I'm all in am all in

I'm super Na8, who said super 8, motel shit

I ball on highlands, call me when the jet comes

I be up sky dwelling, bottle of cham, first class shit

You taught me how to built an empa

But 8 to see me rule, hate to see me boss

Preachin just sucks you choose holy ghost

I be pulling ghost for my lane is so dark

Call me evil soul, I'm bless with it, my swag bless with it

Now I'm on my next level shit and still bless with it

Facts never lie, coz I'm all in

Blood in and blood in, say sell my soul

I be pulling roses from the arches from a graveyard

Haterz keeping hating, till they end up in the graveyard

Niggas you better learn, before you end up in a sideline

Chasin paper weed, you end up in case line

Catchin cases, not my cases, sleeping in deeper

Eyes wide shut, still chilling with the stripper

Eyes weed up, still chilling with a deeper

More lucky, No mercy, fucking Lucifer and I'm all in

I'm all in am all in

I'm all in am all in

I'm all in am all in

I'm all in am all in

Young king, always try to get some money, running

No food or lights, ain't shit funny, nah

Stomach rumbling

On the block with the hommies

Thinking of a way to get some money

First move, just out with the rocks

Trap doing numbers, junkies in and out the spot

Running 3 shifts, now the block is hot

Money running up, so I cop a drop

White on white fish scale, got me toting 2 glocks

3 semi-autos, granades in the box

Niggas start to hate, cause we at the top

But we don't give a fuck, so we cop a watch

House on the lake and my hommie go and get popped

3 pounds of weed, 2 kilos, and a glock

The story goes deeper, cause he bring them to the spot

They ran in the hoe took the money and the glocks

I'm all in am all in

I'm all in am all in

I'm all in am all in

I'm all in am all in