183rd - GET IT ALL lyrics

My young n***as get it all My young n***as get it all I'm hearing calls, I'm hearing noise out that corner like 8 ball side pocket, that's that corner life You only get a few options, what sposed to like? Empty alleys, chop shopping them motorbikes Or retailing for chump change that quota life Or soft cutting that soft white with that soda life I'm focused on mine Make a million in your dreams, if they quoting your lines I'm hardly home, but the numbers that I scream Are the same ones holler'd by P Or holler'd by Wayne You know the sayin, RIP to Slim, Free BG, lost in the system homie do your thing We get accustomed to glitz and glamor Moving through customs, off a cup of a fifth of brandy, single handed Got you running, settle down you lil fast girl Keep it cla**y, why you always cutting cla** girl? How he notice everything that's in your past girl Find the secrets that you hide with no pa**word Word to your moms They'll hang you by your collar b**h that's word to sadam I'm k**ing sessions, that's word to Ramon You too busy chasing chickens tryna work on your charm I'm in the islands, workin on my debut album Hoping someone sign me, confined to nothing, come and find me brother man We're too busy caught in traffic dodging other lanes Moving slow get you run over either truck or train, So tuck your chain, you see that 9 It meet that .45, they coincide, so go inside I'm going crazy Jumping like double dutch, through the pavement I'm Clark Kent, they lookin for some saviors Baby I got ya Even if they empty my pockets A box cutter boxed up in my boxers, imma get you out Avoid all types of informants, they'll tip you out One time for lil Ant, he got hit with bout 50 rounds And made it out, you feel me now? This real life not no movie, what? You filming now? A couple dogs in your section, what y'all grillin now? Once I make this phone call, stop filmin dog You feel me dog?