All Day

(альбом: True Story II - 2019)

(Paupa Got Beats making history, on God)

[$tupid Young:]
Young nigga, Glock on me with my chains on
I can never switch up on my day ones
You can't name one nigga that I changed on
I been getting to the bag all day long
I came from poverty, straight out the mud
My niggas ride for me, yeah, we some thugs
They on the side of me, strapped with them slugs
It's animosity, they show no love

Big bag, I been getting to the money
I know niggas out here really wish I'm bummy
Glock twenty-three tucked by the tummy
Cocked it back, pull the trigger, nigga, please don't be a dummy
We gon' ride around his block and let them shots off
If we catch an opp slipping, let them Glocks off
All my niggas official and y'all be knockoffs
Bitch we do this in loving memory of Popoff, uh
I been getting to the bag, put on for my section
I can't really trust a soul so I keep a weapon
Got Balencis on my feet every time I step in
Two fingers with a thumb, you know what I'm repping

Young nigga and I gotta get my bang on
Keep a Glock every time I got my chains on
Big chopper, enemigos we gon' rain on
Young nigga, I'm just tryna put the gang on

Young nigga, Glock on me with my chains on
I can never switch up on my day ones
You can't name one nigga that I changed on
I been getting to the bag all day long
I came from poverty, straight out the mud
My niggas ride for me, yeah, we some thugs
They on the side of me, strapped with them slugs
It's animosity, they show no love

[E-40:]
Decades, decades, I been in it for decades (Decades)
Methane, propane, ninety-one oct-tin-ane
Cocaine, cocaine coming up outta the gih-name (Gih-name)
Magazine that's the street I clih-name
Some of my comrades doing it big, some of my comrades doing it small
Me personally, I sell music and alcohol
They call me E-40, I'm not a phony (Phony)
The soil love me like fried bologna (Fried bologna)
I'm having my cheese and grits with my prawns and my fried fish
Back in the glory days, I used to sell hella bricks
Then I went into hibernation and took a vacation (How many years ago?)
Thirty plus years ago, statute of limitations (Limitation)
When I was flea-flicking, I was serving the other side (For real?)
But they didn't even know, just me and my guys (The deal)
The other side can't be anywhere in your city (Anywhere)
When there was a drought I was breaking down zippies (Onions)
Bitch!

[$tupid Young:]
Young nigga, Glock on me with my chains on
I can never switch up on my day ones
You can't name one nigga that I changed on
I been getting to the bag all day long
I came from poverty, straight out the mud
My niggas ride for me, yeah, we some thugs
They on the side of me, strapped with them slugs
It's animosity, they show no love