My All Video (MV)

Back against the wall I come out swingin give my all
Loyal to my day ones cross that line I knock you off
And the pressure weighting on me got no time to take no off days
I chill wit some ratchets that'll rob yo a** in broad day
I been in the city wit the dirty stick I'm ready
Nigga feel like buns this ain't no movie
This ain't belly
Tryna read these n****s how they move it ain't no tellin
I feel like they plottin
All eyes on me Machiavelli

Only wit the gang
And the gang wit the s***s
I was brought up by some real n****s that run up in yo shit
Purchased a Beretta
I put hollows in my clip
I cant trust none of these n****s now days
I cant trust a b***h
Baby mama got me stressed
Gotta put up wit that s**t
Drown my sorrows in a bottle
Roll a Grammy now we lit
I came from the bottom
From sewer
Out the trenches
Get it out the mud
N***a how you ballin on the benches

Back against the wall I come out swingin give my all
Loyal to my day ones cross that line i knock you off
And the pressure weighting on me got no time to take no off days
I chill wit some ratchets that'll rob yo a** in broad day
I been in the city wit the dirty stick I'm ready
N***a feel like buns this ain't no movie
This ain't belly
Tryna ready these n****s how they move it ain't no tellin
I feel like they plottin all I eyes on me Machiavelli

Five 0 tryna pull me over
Stoppin I will not
Labeled as a felon
So my burner yeah its hot
I got dope all in my car
Bad b***h standin by the bar
Can i f*ck you now and call you later ill decide
Sauce I gotta lot
My drip cause a slip and slide
Hi its nice to meet you
All my praise go to Allah
Drinkin out the bottle
I take straights of Ciroc a
And I'm posted like Dikembe
How I'm standin on the block
I got money in my sock
Whip the dope until it lock
Mixin syrup in my pop
Countin money in a drop

Back against the wall i come out swingin give my all
Loyal to my day ones cross that line i knock you off
And the pressure weighting on me got no time to take no off days
I chill wit some ratchets that'll rob yo a** in broad day
I been in the city wit the dirty stick I'm ready
N***a feel like buns this ain't no movie
This ain't belly
Tryna ready these n****s how they move it ain't no tellin
I feel like they plottin all i eye on me Machiavelli