All For You

This can't be life, can't be right but I can't decide

Do I stop writin' and graft a life and just pass the mic to a passer-by?

And go and call it a day?

'Cause by now I shoulda been half alright

Marina shows and charter flights, big videos and party nights

They wanna off a while but I'd rather write

If I shut the line then I can't survive

They love ridin' out but don't park it right

Until they gettin' caught and get harmonized

I'm in the studio with my bro, P

Tryna find a beat so we can start a vibe

And then started talkin' 'bout father life

And what Sadie does and what Carter likes

And you done him proud, brandy drinking and burning loud

Time flies and I'm runnin' out, so I'm up and out before the sun is out

And I've sat in Hell for my little girl, big dreams from a little cell

Runnin' round in our little world, Daddy's little girl

I just wanted you to know this ain't for the roads

This ain't for the cars and clothes, this ain't for the hoes

Back to back, a thousand shows, me and my bro

This is so when I grow old, you've got your home

I just wanted you to know this ain't for the roads

This ain't for the cars and clothes, this ain't for the hoes

Back to back, a thousand shows, me and my bro

This is so when I grow old, you've got your home

Whether or not you've got one, no one's in the way

Our priorities' supposed to change, no more working for change

That's gotta be changed, these nappies gotta get changed

Cot needs buildin', all the beds gotta be made

These so-called trappers are strange, you came in Louis and Gucci

Your son's in Pri-Mark clothes, what the fuck? That's lame

You took a sket hotel, coulda bought him a game

Do you understand what man's saying? Huh?

Tell the promoter man's not playin'

I got mouths to feed and man's not sprayin' if man's not payin'

I feel my ground and I start Sugar Ray-in'

Weigh a man in at the weigh-in, then find my way out through the way in

'Cause this job, I can't afford to spend a day in

I got a son to raise, lemme say that again, I got a son to raise

Give to what charity? I got funds to raise

And get out this city where the guns will blaze

Why'd you think I record for days?

Grindin' every week, gotta be on the stage

Forget cars and clothes and hoes (They're fake)

I got a message for you when you hear this tape

I just wanted you to know this ain't for the roads

This ain't for the cars and clothes, this ain't for the hoes

Back to back, a thousand shows, me and my bro

This is so when I grow old, you've got your home

I just wanted you to know this ain't for the roads

This ain't for the cars and clothes, this ain't for the hoes

Back to back, a thousand shows, me and my bro

This is so when I grow old, you've got your home

I just wanted you to know this ain't for the roads

This ain't for the cars and clothes, this ain't for the hoes

Back to back, a thousand shows, me and my bro

This is so when I grow old, you've got your home

I just wanted you to know this ain't for the roads

This ain't for the cars and clothes, this ain't for the hoes

Back to back, a thousand shows, me and my bro

This is so when I grow old, you've got your home

I just wanted you to know this ain't for the roads

This ain't for the cars and clothes, this ain't for the hoes

Back to back, a thousand shows, me and my bro

This is so when I grow old, you've got your home

I just wanted you to know this ain't for the roads

This ain't for the cars and clothes, this ain't for the hoes

Back to back, a thousand shows, me and my bro

This is so when I grow old, you've got your home