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All On You

 

All On You

(Album: Porch - 2017)


[Devon of Wolf Country:]
The way that we grew up
It's all on you
Mama had no love
It's all on you
You never had enough
It's all on you
The way that we grew up
Oh-yuh

[GRIP:]
Uh, we used to play in the streets, LA Gear's on my feet
Zombies asking for change, to give 'em something to eat
And if you give 'em a dollar, might not see 'em for weeks
Hell I ain't know no better, I was young and naive
First fade third grade, had to roll up my sleeves
Used to go yard to yard, trying to rake people leaves
Five dollars a yard, that take a young boy far
Buick Regal on spokes, yeah that's the dope man car
Korean owned convenience store for quarter waters and snacks
They killed that sweet old lady, I ain't never go back
Two niggas hit that lick, ain't even leave with a stack
A family without a mother, they probably hate us blacks
Look at us all the same, shit you can't even blame 'em
'Cause if you knew how our killers were, you wouldn't even name 'em
We learnt that shit from our idols, and so we stick to the call
Find out the world was cold at only eight years old, damn

[Devon of Wolf Country:]
The way that we grew up
It's all on you
Mama had no love
It's all on you
You never had enough
It's all on you
The way that we grew up
Oh-yuh

[GRIP:]
Back when niggas did the bank, hair bounce in the rag top
And our nana had to cut the supreme with the rag top
Niggas had rat tails and flat tops, pushing the match box
Or kitchen floor, niggas outside the liqour store would crack rocks
Black Glock hanging out his [?] jeans
He caught me staring peeping the scene
Young me, not even a teen
Obeying his gesture, I came close, he gave me a lecture
"Ever seen one of these?" "My uncle keep his gun on the dresser"
Was my reply, he kneeled down so we could see eye to eye
Let off inside and said his daddy left him high and dry
So he grew up without a father figure
Said he was twelve the first time he ever robbed a nigga
He hope that God forgive him
He ask my name and told me his name was Michael
He said "Young nigga, don't get caught up in this cycle"
You live by the gun or you die by the gun
Hell I probably won't even make it to see twenty-one

[Devon of Wolf Country:]
The way that we grew up
It's all on you
Mama had no love
It's all on you
You never had enough
It's all on you
The way that we grew up
Oh-yuh

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