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All We Got

Hip-Hop/Rap

All We Got was released on January 7, 2026 by TripTrap as a part of the album TripTrap

Song Details

Release DateJanuary 7, 2026

LabelTripTrap

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM84

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

TripTrap

Keyboards

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Travis McWhiney

Travis McWhiney

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Travis McWhiney

Travis McWhiney

Recording Engineer

Lyrics

All we got

Yeah, yeah

All we got

What we got?

All we got

Yeah, yeah

All we got

That's all we got

Got a problem? Get the blick, no hesitation

We ain't ridin' if we ain't got the proper preparation

Hold on

No new friends

Everybody out here ain't real, I'm used to fakes

Keep it gangsta

It get dangerous

In the south

All that talkin' ain't about

Who run the game? Yeah, me, that's who

Get the mic and I wreck it

She throw it at me, I catch it

You must be out your mind

You must be high off something

Out here talkin' like you got it, I doubt it

I pull up to the trap and my bitch jump out it

We makin' it rain, but it's not cloudy

Bitch, don't come around me

I come from the bottom, I came up

On my mama, I came up

I'm in a daze

I'm in a rage

Goin' insane

Get out my face

What you tryna say?

What you tryna say?

Bitch, it's not a game

All we got

All we got

All we got

Strange angel, legs strangle my manly flesh

Egghead bangles, dangle from family necks

Pet fish tangles, tryna get a family crest

Best play bingo with mangoes in hand, she said

Yes, big potato with 80 or so on deck

Yes, big tornado, I threw it to where the sun sets

Press a tomato, ketchup from out a spud shed

Yes, I'ma take you from angles you've never done yet

Okay, now you ready? Let's go!

Got a note from the Pope, in his boat

And he wrote, he the goat, but I'm doper than dope

Then he wrote, I'm the hope of the home

Where they go to elope in their coats, but don't cope with the cold

They said it's on the road and it's close

And he wrote that he wants to be close to the toast and the loaves

He said he ain't alone with the notes

It's the only, the most of the know with the no, woah

Coppers and a robber pull up

Officer on patrol is like, "I oughta pull 'em over"

All of 'em is like, "I wanna pull a joker on the joker"

Coppers know, it's like a hundred fifty on the motor

"Stop it, bro, you 'bout to pop it off like a controller

You oughta stop, you know they 'bout to lock us in the box, we over"

Officers was like, "What if I take off and take it over?"

All of 'em was like, "If you wanna take off, then we could show

These loaves don't sell themselves

Crumbs fell in the palm of my hands, now they spread out

My vocal chords stretched out

Climbing up the money tree, all I heard was "Watch out"

Banana peels fallin' out my pocket

Somehow still got the paper

Two twos with the flutes

And the fruits and the roots

Flu, got the juice, I rebuke all the haters

When I'm on the mic, I'm like the darker side of the Force

My torch a darker light

When you see my dark, don't bark, it's time to bite

My thoughts and rhymes aligned like stars in the night

I'm too sick, it just ain't fair

The opposite of sinclair

Is that a lie? I don't know

If it is, I don't care

Life ain't fair, why should I be?

I don't know why you try me

I bring the smoke to your chimney

Better hope Santa finds me

Go into hiding if I come in, why?

What I'm about to do to this beat is a crime

This is what it sounds like when death and life combine

I'm bout to take over this shit

I'll see y'all in 2049

With another perfect rhyme

Time to dine, mmm, taste the time

More cream, less brine

Off-white and in prime

Every syllable a signed and sealed death warrant

Every word I utter in the booth, it's apparent

A day in the life of me

The first place and the nominee

I'm on my Dean

Ain't no drama, me

Grew up, went from Baileys to Casamigos

Blame the queso

I'd never hate those

I'm paid tho

I'm prayin' on my knees like "Gracias Dios"

I came from sleepin' in my neighbor's basements

Ain't no replacements

Keep my life adjacent

Make them listen to what I gotta say

This is what happens when you play the game in hard mode

Let me know when the bars close

That's the only way to stop me

When I'm drunk, I get more cocky

Sloppily roll the broccoli

I had to stop me

It gets more gritty

A few more pitties

Chassin that

All we got

Yeah, yeah

All we got

What we got?

All we got

Yeah, yeah

All we got

That's all we got

Written by: Travis McWhiney

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