All of Them

Pressure on the chest, I still breathe through it  

Stacking every cent, watch the team move it  

Finally got on top where the rent due hit  

Now the same block talking like the rent new split  

Shorty want the fame, I just want the bag  

Couple old wounds still leak through the cast  

Came up off the curb, now I’m swerving fast  

left the rearview stuck in the past  

Talking big numbers, I just count in silence  

They’re going fold quick when the lights get violent  

I was outside early, now the nights get mileage  

Came a long way from the corner with the hydrants  

They was sleeping heavy, now they eyes wide open  

Watching every move like the prize get stolen  

I don’t need the co-sign, I supply the motion  

All gas, no brakes, that’s the vibe I’m holding