In this gritty rap track, 42 Dugg and EST Gee vividly depict their relentless pursuit of wealth and the harsh realities of street life. The lyrics convey a sense of ambition fueled by hardship, with references to drug dealing, violence, and the sacrifices made along the way. The artists reflect on their past struggles while highlighting their current success, symbolized by carrying "all hunnids" (hundred-dollar bills). Despite achieving financial gains, they acknowledge the ongoing risks and challenges inherent in their lifestyles. This song captures the duality of triumph and peril in their journey. #StreetLife #Ambition #Hustle #Survival
All 100s
Lyrics
All my life I wanted to get money
Ten in each pocket feel right, these all hunnids
Lose your life, no eyes on these bullets
Black Glock 9s with the switch, shoot like fullys (brrt)
Last four, five years we served our state (our state)
Ten bowls clear, ten green and raw H (raw)
I don't piece out shit no more, I'm into wholesalin'
I don't really trip bout' sellin' records 'cause my dope sellin'
Used to sit and talk bout' how I live now to my old celly
Send some shots and caught some back, four in my lower belly
One in my face and shit
That's why we've been facin' shit
Cold casin' shit, takin' shit
I been taking risks
Shoulda been rich
But I pop Percs and sip
Free lil' bruh, he burn up shit
Night and day, fent' and K
Chasin' pape', leave you K'd
All my life I wanted to get money
Ten in each pocket feel right, these all hunnids
Lose your life, no eyes on these bullets
Black Glock 9s with the switch, shoot like fullys (brrt)
Last four, five years we served our state (our state)
Ten bowls clear, ten green and raw H (raw)
Pints and weed, Oxys, beans
I'll sell it all to eat
We supposed to be tag, youngin'
How the fuck you chargin' me?
My niggas all died for the cause
I really told 'em pause
'Til that shit happened to ours
Now get it done
Put a sixty on his head
Really like a sixty somethin', I'm quiet now
Bitch wait 'til that blicky come, I'm wildin' out (grrah, Nick Cannon, nigga)
For my team I'm fallin' out, I know they got it done (know this)
I don't lurk, I blow that rod and turn shit into Runtz
First to shoot, not first to run
Bitch, we gon' win this
Don't tell me that I'm turnt now
Bitch, 'cause I been this
"We Paid" my only platinum song
But I got ten hits
Fuck 'em if they don't feel us
Free my niggas, free them killers (yeah)
All my life I wanted to get money
Ten in each pocket feel right, these all hunnids
Lose your life, no eyes on these bullets
Black Glock 9s with the switch, shoot like fullys (brrt)
Last four, five years we served our state (our state)
Ten bowls clear, ten green and raw H (raw)
Writer(s): Chidi Osondu, Dion Hayes, George Stone III, Rai'shaun Williams
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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