All On Me Lyrics – Lil Baby

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[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
When you got so much on your mind that you can’t sleep right
Run up fifty million, somehow still ducking a street light
Set the hood on fire and they put cameras on our street light
Got a lean appetite, if I don’t smoke, then I can’t eat right
I’m a father, rapping, hustling-ass n!gga, I live three lives
I’m a young black man, so to society, I got three strikes
I’ve been tryna change my life up for real, but it don’t seem right
Heard the opps been popping out at clubs, get brodie’nem the green light
They get flipped
Magic City-ass n!ggas, see ’em, they get stripped
Acting like they with it, no, they ain’t, I just don’t get it

I try to put my foot in your shoes, but it just wouldn’t fit
When you got Jewish lawyers worth seven figures, a charge won’t stick
And anytime I feel uncomfortable, I’m upping my blick
Went to the White House, met the president for my n!ggas in the system
It’s kind of crazy that we beefing, I got love for your sister
But I been somewhere counting money up ’til my hand get a blister
And I been thinking ’bout stealing your heart, but I’m still iffy
And we been fu*king from the start, but now this s*it feel different
I know you tired of hearing me talk, but bae, I need you to listen
We started all this s*it from nothing, look how I ran up them digits, yeah (Woo)
Plain clothes spillers, yeah
From elementary to middle school, I’m with the same n!ggas
I’ll never say nothing sour ’bout you ’cause I ain’t bitter
I don’t care if he got a billion of dollars, I’m still realer
We call X pills Skittlz and Percocets Percs
This my last time trying this s*it, I hope it work
I did all that for you to turn sour, hope it was worth it
If you pray together, you stay together, I took her ass to church
And I done ran out of handouts, you better take your ass to work
And I call it how I see it, hope I won’t come off as a jerk
Me and my dog made a lil’ bet for a hundred bands he won’t take a Perc’
Me and my dogs got a understanding for a hundred bands (Uh)

[Verse 2: G Herbo]
I be

Scaling through the trenches, trying tell real from the fake
Really had to master having distance, so I wouldn’t fall for the bait
Young n!ggas slip through the system, couldn’t fall victim to the state
We made sure the hood ate and still feel victim to the hate
Had to find my confidence ’cause I’m that n!gga, no debate
And I face the consequence for always handing out my plate
I was working ’round the clock, I told my b!tch I’m gon’ be late
Real hustler, I lost seven figures, now I’m having eight, yeah
Now I feel Jay – The Blueprint, now I’m in L.A. in new whips
Riding in the Lamb’ with two sticks, taking out my kids to Ruth Chris
Heard the block say they miss me, gotta stay free, I keep distance
Opps ain’t alive, who missing? Swerve still’a slide who dissing?
I ain’t never lacked, cops knew the slang, I’ll know the vibe, who snitching?
Pride to the side when you went broke every single time, who fixed it?
I was on point for the team, had to smoke doinks just to dream
Had to mix Percs with the lean, still was the first at the scene
I was fu*ked up mentally, bae, I said some s*it that hurt, I ain’t mean it
Hoes don’t mean s*it to me, I know they’ll take a Birk’ before a ring
Woke up crying out my sleep, I had to pray off my demons
Next day I went to fu*k up 50K off at Neimans
My OG say she don’t like when I’m in ‘Raq, I don’t neither
But I still go back to make sure s*it intact, I’m a leader
Went to Gladiator School, I’m a true, I’m a meter
In attendance, had to back for my repentance, I’m decent
If I gotta up my strap and let it clap, I don’t need it
Call my lawyer up with five hundred racks, I’ma beat it
I keep speaking ’bout some s*it, feel like it never happened
N!ggas really out here snitching and they still rapping
I’m a natural-born savage, I ain’t average
Never show my weakness, so I’m weeping while in traffic
Six matches in, I come from sleeping on a mattress
Me and don’t respond to Instagram, I let ’em have it (They can have that s*it)

[Outro: G Herbo]
Swerve, Wham, we on
We on (They know we on)
We on that (Let’s get it)
But it’s never been about (??)