All the Time

Where the blunts for my people, they be tweakin'

Every time they wanna come at me, they sneakin'

I don't bother with the fairy tales they speakin'

All the time I talk to God but never meet him

All the time, I don't fall in line

All the time, you ain't no God of mine

All the time, my eyes are barely open

All the time, pray I'm never sober

All I am after is money but maybe here with it is power

And everything in it before and then after

I promised to God to cower

I only relate to the royalty, they soil the name with the crown

They dip it in silver with slivers of filler

They just wanna be in the crowd

I been paid my dues, I been without roof

Opiate junkie that die for the loot

From here, I will try for the truth

Prosperity barely there for me

I hang on diminishing threads

I hang on the corner with homies with burners

In case there's a need for the lead

Can't lose your mind if it was never there

Can't rehab if you never share

Keep it on lock with a milli in the sock

But don't duck down when you hear those shots

You gotta be a man and never tell a soul

Keep your conscience down in that hole

When it comes back, you ain't never gotta use it

That's good for a kid who lose shit

Then you run back to that drop

Like you ain't never been a binge

It's middle of the summer but you got long sleeves

In the place of the pinched up skin

You ain't gonna be a kid in the end

You in too deep, little homie

Oh you want that girl

You ain't never gonna talk to her

Sleepin' in the streets little homie

Where the blunts for my people, they be tweakin'

Every time they wanna come at me, they sneakin'

I don't bother with the fairy tales they speakin'

All the time I talk to God but never meet him

All the time, I don't fall in line

All the time, you ain't no God of mine

All the time, my eyes are barely open

All the time, pray I'm never sober

Not materialistic, I've never had nothin' to brag about

All I got's family, God, and my squad

I never got why I should drag it out

Been chasin' a dragon, I finally caught him

But he disappeared in my hands

Replacing him, nothing but symbols and thoughts

Of when I can ball up and then save me a band

I'm living for bitches and blunts

Weed and the money they complement

Bitches say bomb is the crew

Well trust me, lil shawty got common sense

They look in astonishment, I am not moderate

Homie, go hard or go home

Go to your block and I take all your stock

And I promise to God that my cover won't blow

I'm ridin' the beat much too easy

Supposin' your bitch my producer

She look at me, my Mamacita

She look at you motionless, turn to Medusa

I could seduce her, but shit, I prefer to get high

I told the devil to pick his poison, he ain't gonna die

When everybody talk and all I really seem to hear

Is nothing but this ringin'

All I really wanna do is sit in solitude

Tell the bitch in the chair quit singin'

If the room ain't spinnin'

Well shit, I must be sober

But I got all the time in the world so it ain't never over

Where the blunts for my people, they be tweakin'

Every time they wanna come at me, they sneakin'

I don't bother with the fairy tales they speakin'

All the time I talk to God but never meet him

All the time, I don't fall in line

All the time, you ain't no God of mine

All the time, my eyes are barely open

All the time, pray I'm never sober