LRN Nola - All State

I8 and
Pull up in a I8 like baby
Yeah
I8 and All State
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Yeah
I8 and All State
I been rapping this shit like all day
Serve Gas big coughs yea the HALL way
Drug trip my mind in All states
Fuck show and tell everybody gone see that we been all good
Got them F&N’s
If they go fucking with my mans huh
Never been down long got karma pending we still all good
I be done fell short bet I up that Glock
Let em know I’m tall stood
I don’t do no check ins in no city Nigga this my hood
They don’t wanna see me win
So I gotta go win again
Everytime I pray I sin again
Get the money out the mud
We ain’t doing white collar
Been hitting funny cigs
With my lil nigga Tyler
I been dropping these checks
On these mic checks
Hood Diplomat ain’t going college
Promise
I ain’t tryna be Durk
But I’ma send my bitch to school
I don’t need no lawyer
Law can’t stop me
Ima need me an accountant
These niggas stay pocket watching
Like they think I’ma lose
I’ma keep my index on that trigger
If they push me it ain’t shit to pull
They been tryna figure out my sequence too
Get a drop on my location
Dont mix me up
Jocing your favorite rapper
I’m about what I be saying
They’ll never stop worrying ‘bout me since they heard about me
Take what what is you sayin?
I know they mad that I won’t die
Yet
Cause my name hold all the weight
I’m Going up for all my dawgs
Who got put down under this pavement
And just like Trayvon Martin
I’m all hood
Like a good times re-run
I’m all good
I8 and All State
I been rapping this shit like all day
Serve Gas big coughs yea the HALL way
Drug trip my mind in All states
Fuck show and tell everybody gone see that we been all good
Got them F&N’s
If they go fucking with my mans huh
Never been down long got karma pending we still all good
I be done fell short bet I up that Glock
Let em know I’m tall stood
I don’t do no check ins in no city Nigga this my hood
They don’t wanna see me win
So I gotta go win again
Everytime I pray I sin again
I done took up smoking genes
Why the hell I ain’t got a Passport
Not the one you needa test
F’s come with N’s
It be your last score
Ain’t daylight savings over
Why he gotta mask for?
I been moving that spazz
In grocery bags
I got 10 missed calls from the Task Force
Pay your whole crew
For to take you out
Like a old sew in
Sell you out
Like some brand new Jordans
These niggas move green
I can see loathe
20/20 my Cartier lens
I’m going ham on every song
Carry me by 6 still fuck them pigs
Beat the odds like Keed
“All By My Lonely”
Life exactly what it is
I’m in good hands but going Nationwide
And I hear the Streets Gossip
I feel like Baby going global now
Ain’t talking
No Monday Night Raw
You stunting
Big you gotta show me now
I’ma Pull up in a I8 like Baby
Yeah I’m too global
Now now now now
I8 and All State
I been rapping this shit like all day
Serve Gas big coughs yea the HALL way
Drug trip my mind in All states
Fuck show and tell everybody gone see that we been all good
Got them F&N’s
If they go fucking with my mans huh
Never been down long got karma pending we still all good
I be done fell short bet I up that Glock
Let em know I’m tall stood
I don’t do no check ins in no city Nigga this my hood
They don’t wanna see me win
So I gotta go win again
Everytime I pray I sin again
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
I8 and All State
On God on God
On God on God
Ye-eh

Written by:
Mia Lindsey

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