[Future:]
It ain't all about the ice, all the nights a nigga sacrificed, yeah
It ain't all about these hoes, I know how it feel to go broke, yeah
It ain't all about the cars, I grind and I grind hard, yeah
It ain't all about these clothes, my nigga dead, God bless his soul, yeah
Ever since my grand daddy died (what), I ain't been the same nigga (nope)
And sickle cell (where) all inside my little sister
I'm fucked up inside, put more lean inside my system
Every day I tell God I wish Snoop was still living
I ain't forgot about ya nigga, Free band gang winning
I do shit for Lonzo, a junky stabbed my nigga
That could of been me serving, you don't know the half my nigga
The weight I'm dealing with, I just might start killing shit
I hit the studio vibing, spitting the realest shit
I should've seen a psychiatrist, I was built for this
On the road of riches ain't about a bitch
No DVSs, no wink and kiss, paid dues are overdue
This shit ain't 'bout my neck or wrist, real shit (true story)
It ain't all about the ice, all the nights a nigga sacrificed, yeah
It ain't all about these hoes, I know how it feel to go broke, yeah
It ain't all about the cars, I grind and I grind hard, yeah
It ain't all about these clothes, my nigga dead, God bless his soul, yeah
[Shawty Lo:]
It ain't all about the glitter and the gleam it ain't what it seem, yeah
But I'm grinding like a blender, I'm a whip it 'til I get that cream, yeah
I keep it G who keep it G with me, I fuck with who gon' fuck with me, yeah
It ain't all about these bitches, death to you snitches, I'll die by these riches, yeah
I'm on a counter ship with Ceelo
Rest in peace to Prime
And free my nigga Auto, yeah
You niggas wanna be Lo, but you can never be Lo, 'cause you can never see Lo, yeah
[Future:]
It ain't all about the ice, all the nights a nigga sacrificed, yeah
It ain't all about these hoes, I know how it feel to go broke, yeah
It ain't all about the cars, I grind and I grind hard, yeah
It ain't all about these clothes, my nigga dead, God bless his soul, yeah
Thousand dollar shots on my face, I'm cooling it
I rock the gold, keeping it basic it ain't 'bout the gliss
I want the type of check I can make my niggas rich
A lot of people talk that loyalty don't know what it is
Have you ever been so broke you don't even wanna live?
So fucked up to the point that funerals can share the tears
Gotta grind so fucking hard the shit bring you to tears
Forgot to call my momma on her birthday God bless the kid
Phone barely ringing now it's ringing 'til it's dead
I'm 'bout to run them Ms up mother fuck the feds
Got my money in a wall, ain't fucking up my bread
I had a talk with the Most High and this is what He said
It ain't all about the ice, all the nights a nigga sacrificed, yeah
It ain't all about these hoes, I know how it feel to go broke, yeah
It ain't all about the cars, I grind and I grind hard, yeah
It ain't all about these clothes, my nigga dead, God bless his soul, yeah
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