All Me

Imma brag on Hop because I know what he does And how influential he is (Uh, yeah) Yea-yeah yea-yeah I remember... When... The young clean-shaven boy disappeared upon the masses Then reappeared bearded, spittin' hymn's lyrics found at the bottom of shot glasses Wait, now where the next round Move like molasses: slow, constant, and placid He had got with his mans and They rocked with the masks and It was guaranteed the party hopped if they crashed it Somethin' had happened, competition went past 'em Now he lookin' at 'em like "you luck bastards" It's all good. He moved back to Atlanta, rebranded to do damage It took a lil minute, now it's something he can manage It's a long while to cruise in his Timberland boots Tryna hold notes like sustain pedals and loops But he wake up every morning like "Thank you, God" "I'm so nice the physical might come with thank you cards" More flows than Lord knows, rappin' like four Hov's His hoes pour rose, might finish the song in Morse code He said until a C&D, you gone be seein' me on DSP's He even droppin' a rerelease Yeah, rockin' red jackets like Thriller When he around, treat your girl like the strap And conceal her Who them pretty bitches chillin' in the cut (That's all me) Who the fuck helped pull you out that rut (That's all me) I can smell some nigga gas from over here (That's all me) Shiit why you never pass it over here (That's all me) It's all me It's all me It's all me It's all me It's all me It's all me It's all me It's all me (Agh) I don't think you heard me bitch, I'm ridin' dirty Yeah, pull up 7:30, I aint tryna hurry Yeah, I ain't got no worries, I ain't got no worries Yeah, I'm just stackin' verde 'til my money sturdy (Yo) Ayo I got so many styles I should be booked as group By the name of ALL ME, I'll even wear a shiny suit With a Tony Curtis, maybe New Yorker for my head shape (For my head shape) I make the bed shake, get some head face Blunts for my head space And now the gears turn Goin' even harder for those I lost as the years turned (Yeah yeah yeah yeah) You can catch me movin' from south Atlanta to Lilburn (Yeah yeah yeah yeah) If I move 21, the rest of it I will burn I'm stealin' time from my job tryna make these plays (What else) If I can pull it off, that's nearly 200 a day (What else) Shoutout my ex, she kept me low, gave me somewhere to lay (What else) Soon as this shit pop, I'm sendin' somethin' her way Yeah I'm real and I ain't even gotta talk it up Mixin' green and purple strains, blunt look like Milwaukee Bucks Imma try to put you on to what's realer Don't say shit, just gone and face it, like concealer Who them pretty bitches chillin' in the cut (That's all me) Who the fuck helped pull you out that rut (That's all me) I can smell some nigga gas from over here (That's all me) Shiit why you never pass it over here (That's all me) It's all me It's all me It's all me It's all me It's all me It's all me It's all me It's all me (Agh) I don't think you heard me bitch, I'm ridin' dirty Yeah, pull up 7:30, I aint tryna hurry Yeah, I ain't got no worries, I ain't got no worries Yeah, I'm just stackin' verde 'til my money sturdy