4-Tress & Rayvon Owens - All In

Whaaat
Here We Go
Yunno the vibes
I got a chip up on my shoulder
Like I’m playin Texas hold ‘em
Niggas talkin like they bout it but we pull up and they foldin
All gas and no brakes bitch we all in
I can hear my future callin
I got a chip up on my shoulder
Like I’m playin Texas hold ‘em
Niggas talkin like they bout it but we pull up and they foldin
All gas and no brakes bitch I'm all in, hol up
I can hear my future callin
I recognize they fuckery
They double Dutch ain’t nothing see
Niggaz bout that Hollywood, actin like they fuck with me
Mental be the team, on the come up and it seems
Eating rappers up for breakfast and we need no cutlery
Ain’t it fun to be that nigga, not some rapping wannabe
I hit up the homie spacey anytime I need some heat
Set to blaze on a fuck nigga running up a beef
I’m Superman the only question that they got is do you bleed
Yeah
Niggaz is playin the same shit
Me I travelled thru the matrix
Seen the fakeshit, and the hate shit
When I came off the top, and I ate shit
I’m like God, how the fuck you niggaz gon test me when I write bars
I’m ya ghostwriters ghostwriter
Pick my spot so carefully
Niggaz round me fear for me
I been had balls, ain’t nobody grow a pair for me
Prayers for me, I never needed
Everything needed in the moment and I been received it
The missing link inside the chain but bitch I’m here completed
When I tell niggaz that I do this swear I ain’t conceited
Mental Minorities the team y’all niggaz can’t compete with
Yeah yeah
Y'all niggaz cant compete with, I swear to God
I got a chip up on my shoulder
Like I’m playin Texas hold ‘em
Niggas talkin like they bout it but we pull up and they foldin
All gas and no brakes bitch we all in
I can hear my future callin
I got a chip up on my shoulder
Like I’m playin Texas hold ‘em
Niggas talkin like they bout it but we pull up and they foldin
All gas and no brakes bitch I'm all in, hol up
I can hear my future callin
Play the cards I was dealt
Creative a wave Michael Phelps
Rappin to these blind men
Spit that shit that's always felt
To run the game they not fitted
Feel the vibe and rock wit it yeah
I feel the vibe and rock with it
Generation seeking opportunity without the hustle
Niggas trynna be the heavyweight champ w/o the muscle
In the lobby
Trynna be friends wit everybody
Emcees playin groupies
Didn’t know that was fuckin hobby
No I’m not payin u for a feature never heard of you
Collin Farrell
Invite u to the booth just to murder you
Make em bite a curb or two
I’m not American
She calls U her X because your history
Thought my parents named me listerine
The way these niggas keep my name off in they mouth
Fuck yo couch
And that bullshit table came wit it
That came wit it
At the funeral for the beat
Only nigga that came fitted
I got a chip up on my shoulder
Like I’m playin Texas hold ‘em
Niggas talkin like they bout it but we pull up and they foldin
All gas and no brakes bitch we all in
I can hear my future callin
I got a chip up on my shoulder
Like I’m playin Texas hold ‘em
Niggas talkin like they bout it but we pull up and they foldin
All gas and no brakes bitch I'm all in, hol up
I can hear my future callin

Written by:
Fortressen Oriakhi, Rayvon Owens

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