Lyrics All Star - Nines, J-Man, Dundi

All Star

I got different pay, more time I miss the rain
My niggas in the kitchen whippin kane
Oh lord don’t let me slip again
I heard they wanna rip my skin like a chicken wing
I be out here grindin' like it ain’t a thing
dirty, tryna cop the biggest thing
Need a 357 with a deadly kick
She used to give me mouth, now all she does is strip
You would’ve thought it was my son, the way I hugged the strip
No brick breaker but I’m tryna bust a brick
All in pebs like it ain’t nothing big
Rollin past in the X6, fuck the pigs
I ain’t snitchin on the block but someone is…
I ain’t snitchin on the block but someone is
Leave em in the oil like a dumpling
My life’s like a movie and I’m the lead role
I’ll never drop a dime, I could never do a Rico
You know packs get banged, soon as I reload
Cah all about the Green, first name Cee Lo
Drug money, gotta build my Empire Casino
my nigga would do me like G, did Nino
On a wavy tip, licked out 2 0's by 7
On a Porsche wave, I need another 9 by 11
I want my money flowing like the Riverside
My dawgs will pull out 7 45's, no big
My side get hit if it goes wrong
I’ll be on the strip with my clothes on
Might see what Super’s saying, but nah, I ain’t Gohan
I wear suits but I don’t cuff links
Should be sitting in a Hummer, might fuckin' sacrifice Osama
You ain’t nothing like my pirates,
Smoking on this proper haze…
Free Hydro, I wish that I could break him out of jail
Cause he get to see his niggas take over the world
I flossed ice, this year I took a loss twice
Still gave all my niggas birds for price
The connect called me asking me if I’m likin' the sample
I said it’s a no go, like the striker from Arsenal
This critics sayin' I’m getting too ahead of myself
But I just want a re-up, fuck everything else
Dumb bitches got me changing my phones
Gettin' head while I’m freestyling, I came off the dome
Ice City boy and I ain’t never seen the Ski Slopes
Call a nigga Meerkat, cause I got them cheap quotes
Miss jammin' on the block with my nigga
Free Fundz can’t forget he helped me clock my
I carry straps cause my pockets lookin' like Halifax
Gave my mum and granny stacks courtesy of ammi packs
Ay yo, 18 the break loud
36 for wholesale
Why don’t I just take your baby mother’s to a hotel
All I do is break a
What do you mean your mother’s in Jamaica and you out here gettin paper and you
still ain’t send money home to your old girl
Oh lord, man I just pray that these niggas go hell
I ain’t see fake, I hit the stage and live my dreams
Cause right now, I’d be embarrassed to be a dreamchaser
That’s what rapping will do, last week you was the man
But now they looking like
What the fuck happened to you?
I write my raps, here’s the proof
I’ve been in traps with the food
At any given time, could have a brick in the back of my coupe
Man, this shit ain’t for the scared or the faint-hearted
You know we got the best quotes, go compare the market
That’s why I finish every pack that I ever started
Last pack was so loud, I got hair implanted
I ain’t sayin P4, I just sold a P4
Rounded up the p for, a neat little 3 door
1.8 that’s a sport
I don’t mean, knight rider when I say, it’s got torch
Free all my niggas in jail
My nigga Tony, don’t fuck up his digital scales (I won’t)
I could tell you about my life, but it’s too much to know
Cause just to get on my wave, you gotta touch a boat
It’s like a tub full of
If you’re waving, then you can blow your bud to the max
It’s the conspiracy to supply, case closed
I just need a bad bitch like Dej Loaf
From CRS, it’s been just my team
Couple crumble-some stuck together, custard cream
Minaj, just a thing
I thought I saw Styly, it was just a dream