Lucas Writer - All In

All in
Yeah I said I'm all in
All in, yeah
I put it all in the music
I'm the one left with the bruises
I do not make no excuses
I do not make no excuses
Most of these rappers are clueless
I gotta show em I do this
I gotta team full of shooters
I gotta team full of
I'm kicking the door off the hinges
I'm letting go some of my friendships
Cause sometimes the drama is endless
And they don't know time is expensive
Loyalty something you can't buy
Jealousy something you can't hide
I've been winning by a landslide
Rollercoasting with my hands high
I really been stressing
But all of these blessings
Keep coming at me at the same time
Been through the jungle no zip line
Never came across those white lines
Only when crossing the street
Stayed away from the beef
Cause I got enough problems
And none of this money can solve em
But I keep chasing and chasing it
Going going going full speed
I've been down with the same team
And we sounding like a stampede
Everybody better take heed
I put my heart in the music
I put my soul in the music
So when this body decays and I'm flying away
Hear my words through the music
I put it all in the music
I'm the one left with the bruises
I do not make no excuses
I do not make no excuses
Most of these rappers are clueless
I gotta show em I do this
I gotta team full of shooters
I gotta team full of shooters
I put it all in the music
I'm the one left with the bruises
I do not make no excuses
I do not make no excuses
Most of these rappers are clueless
I gotta show em I do this
I gotta team full of shooters
I gotta team full of shooters
I do not care bout the shot clock
I do not care bout the halftime
Too much talking on the sidelines
Too much talking on the sidelines
I do not care bout the shot clock
I do not care bout the halftime
Too much talking on the sidelines
Too much talking on the sidelines
I came from the stands
Now I'm the man
Now I can be who I wanna be
Some people front
To get in front
But sorry you're never gon front on me
Now the ball is in my court
I gotta settle the score
Take a good look at my scars
You can tell that I'm ready for war
I came from the stands
Now I'm the man
Now I can be who I wanna be
Some people front
To get in front
But sorry you're never gon front on me
Now the ball is in my court
I gotta settle the score
Take a good look at my scars
You can tell that I'm ready for war
I put it all in the music
I'm the one left with the bruises
I do not make no excuses
I do not make no excuses
Most of these rappers are clueless
I gotta show em I do this
I gotta team full of shooters
I gotta team full of shooters
I put it all in the music
I'm the one left with the bruises
I do not make no excuses
I do not make no excuses
Most of these rappers are clueless
I gotta show em I do this
I gotta team full of shooters
I gotta team full of shooters
All in, yeah
All in, yeah
All in, yeah
All in, yeah

Written by:
Kenneth Simms

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