G Herbo - All Day lyrics

[Intro: G Herbo] Young Chop on the beat G Herbo You know I'm a street n***a--real street n***a and that's common sense Everybody know you 'posed to get money, stay out the way [Verse 1: G Herbo] Lookin' down the barrel of that hammer for my last time Made me slow down, look at life Why I'm just gon' give you mine? '09 I was doin' fine Broke as f**, school shirts, on the bus Since I been gettin' paper, sh** ain't holdin' up I never break n***a, fold for what? Every damn waist still loaded up Roll it up If you throwin' Bs, n***a, hold it up n***as know what up If you book me for a show, know I sold it up Soon as he pull up through the back of the door, got them poles wit' us And I'm froze as f** Only pick up 10K bankrolls and up 10K, that's a backend Pull another 100 racks out the bank, put it back in Be safe if you lackin' How 'bout blow the whole 30 shots and get back in? Keep your head up in the rack then Yeah, okay, get whacked then Better have eyes in your back then Better keep the strap on your lap then Better keep your homies on [?] I'm just gon' put one up in yo' chest then Better go faster than the feds then Okay, we givin' face shots, nothin' less than On the block 24, no restin' Stand over n***as, drop 10 out FNs I don't give a f**, I done lost my best friend All this money must be why I'm stressed then Too many times I was close to d**h in the streets I'ma keep gridin', keep gettin' checks in Gotta k** by any means Enemy next to me I can't accept defeat Pickin' up three backends every weekend, that's a least 60 racks a week [Chorus: G Herbo] Alleys, corners, hallways Placin' orders all day Posted wit' them pistols out there all day I been wit' my n***as out there all day Alleys, corners, hallways Placin' orders all day Posted wit' them pistols out there all day I been wit' my n***as out there all day [Verse 2: Blac Youngsta] Everything I gotta grind for You know I work hard for mines, bro They showed me love when I was broke, then they changed when I signed, bro Everybody turn their back on me Swear to God, that's a fact homie At first them n***as they was black wit' me, then they went a little black on me They got a little more dogs I got a little more smart I backed away from that bullsh**, then I got a little more far I'm the most gangster n***a from my city I don't wanna know 'cause it ain't my business I don't give a f** about her feelings f** that b**h I don't want that b**h, I don't want dealings I was in a drug bust wit' my dope on the backseat Gun on the front seat wit' my ankle bracelet on my feet I been on the block all day Shot a n***a in the hallway Have you ever ran in the corner store, pulled a stickup broad day? Shout out grandma 'cause she put me out Shout out every n***a ever [?] me out Same n***a threw a cross at me, same n***a that ain't wit' me now Same n***as when I went to jail, they ain't make my [?] Same b**h broke bad when I did time Same n***a f**ed my b**h when I was on the run [Chorus: G Herbo] Alleys, corners, hallways Placin' orders all day Posted wit' them pistols out there all day I been wit' my n***as out there all day Alleys, corners, hallways Placin' orders all day Posted wit' them pistols out there all day I been wit' my n***as out there all day