Doe B - All We Know lyrics

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Doe B - All We Know lyrics

(Intro) I come straight up out the bottom Have 50 with dope fiends and robbers Every n***a on my team got a choppa Screamin for the converse, head bustin and fed duckin All we know (all we know) 30 round, LA sh**, that’s all we know (Verse) Play, we get seen about Take in a SK in the Sweeney house 50 pounds in the backyard, watching out for the jackpot Jump in the task force I’d like to welcome yall to real criss And those old n***as round me still there In cold blood to my very last breath When my granny died, I think that’s when I shed my last tear n***a sponsored links You don’t feel how I feel cos you don’t live how I live n***a And I got hundrin in my blood uh Got bricks all in my crib n***a Wut you know bout having bricks in yo crib n***a Talking so many you can drill a crib n***a Lil n***a (Chorus) Hustling baby is all we know Blinded by these cars and clothes These streets got me caught up in this place Tryna make it out and maintain (Verse) Everyday trap house Tryna cold crack, got them pounds in the maso Can’t serve without a get go I bought that murda all back We was standing in the hallways Duckin feds, servin J With the pilo, might’ve had to take that boy away Then why everytime you see my people throw away? Posted in the cut with the cut always And I am a murda n***a, rest in peace Jerry I know young n***as wanna see me on the T-shirt They wanna see me fall, but I land feet first Don’t wanna see me ball b**h but I get work Suffocate gasp, then she won’t smoke purp All I blow is OG, kush and sip syrup They tryna coach Shawty, them project baby Prodigal of my environment, cop the bricks baby (Chorus) Hustling baby is all we know Blinded by these cars and clothes These streets got me caught up in this place Tryna make it out and maintain (Verse) Caught up in the game like a maze Come out first thing, bought a chain and a case so a n***a start hatin Go get em out the way, 81 lawyers So forget about the case and we can keep thuggin There’s a pistol on your waist, let em know that mister don’t play and mister don’t miss Cos case don’t jail, real n***as don’t smeech With the fully automatic, wiping out yo whole key yea I know n***as on the road on a very long trip I know n***as sold they soul homie just to look rich If it ain’t bout money then you know it’s bullsh** When them shoes get ugly that when n***as pull tricks I’ve been round n***as thuggin ever since I was a G Since a juvenile I’ve been getting it how I live When father get a job, n***a I will pay bills You can say a couple raw boys, see me shootin real I need to wrap it, n***a (Chorus) Hustling baby is all we know Blinded by these cars and clothes These streets got me caught up in this place Tryna make it out and maintain The streets is so hot The streets is so hot We tryna make it out there We tryna make it out there But hustling is all we know Blinded by the cars and clothes

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