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All We Know (feat. TrenaCote Shawty)

Doe B

I come straight up out the bottom
Have 50 with dope fiends and robbers
Every nigga on my team got a choppa
Screamin for the converse, head bustin and fed duckin
All we know (all we know)
30 round, LA shit, that’s all we know

Play, we get seen about
Take in a SK in the Sweeney house
50 pounds in the backyard, watching out for the jackpot
Jump in the task force
I’d like to welcome yall to real criss
And those old niggas round me still there
In cold blood to my very last breath
When my granny died, I think that’s when I shed my last tear nigga
You don’t feel how I feel cos you don’t live how I live nigga
And I got hundrin in my blood uh
Got bricks all in my crib nigga
Wut you know bout having bricks in yo crib nigga
Talking so many you can drill a crib nigga
Lil nigga

Hustling baby is all we know
Blinded by these cars and clothes
These streets got me caught up in this place
Tryna make it out and maintain

Everyday trap house
Tryna cold crack, got them pounds in the maso
Can’t serve without a get go
I bought that murda all back
We was standing in the hallways
Duckin feds, servin J
With the pilo, might’ve had to take that boy away
Then why everytime you see my people throw away?
Posted in the cut with the cut always
And I am a murda nigga, rest in peace Jerry
I know young niggas wanna see me on the T-shirt
They wanna see me fall, but I land feet first
Don’t wanna see me ball bitch but I get work
Suffocate gasp, then she won’t smoke purp
All I blow is OG, kush and sip syrup
They tryna coach Shawty, them project baby
Prodigal of my environment, cop the bricks baby

Hustling baby is all we know
Blinded by these cars and clothes
These streets got me caught up in this place
Tryna make it out and maintain

Caught up in the game like a maze
Come out first thing, bought a chain and a case so a nigga start hatin
Go get em out the way, 81 lawyers
So forget about the case and we can keep thuggin
There’s a pistol on your waist, let em know that mister don’t play and mister don’t miss
Cos case don’t jail, real niggas don’t smeech
With the fully automatic, wiping out yo whole key yea
I know niggas on the road on a very long trip
I know niggas sold they soul homie just to look rich
If it ain’t bout money then you know it’s bullshit
When them shoes get ugly that when niggas pull tricks
I’ve been round niggas thuggin ever since I was a G
Since a juvenile I’ve been getting it how I live
When father get a job, nigga I will pay bills
You can say a couple raw boys, see me shootin real
I need to wrap it, nigga

Hustling baby is all we know
Blinded by these cars and clothes
These streets got me caught up in this place
Tryna make it out and maintain

The streets is so hot
The streets is so hot
We tryna make it out there
We tryna make it out there
But hustling is all we know
Blinded by the cars and clothes
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