All About ft. Quan Woe Lyrics

Turn up a little bit though

I show love and they hatin' me, what that's all about

I show love and they hatin' me,

What that's all about

I show, I show love and they hatin' me, what that's all about

I show love and they hatin' me, what that's all about

I'm outside, nine to five and I ain't callin' off

You know the sky ain't the limit when the stars out

You hear them gun sounds when I bring the pipes out

They pipe down when I pop out

And it's a slim chance you won't make it when I rock out

And I got it ofthe muscle same street, different struggle

All we know is the hustle in these streets, we got each other

In these streets, it's Either you gon' build or die, yeah

Where I'm from, it's a whole bunch of homicides

Feel like we don't die, we just multiply

And it ain't no limit to this shit when we them stars

That been sittin' in the sky, tired of this shit

Cause I've been walkin' with no shoes on

And I keep that tool on if a nigga wanna move on

I've been waitin' on my chance for too long

I've been too strong, and in my mind, I just can't move on

Walkin' through that valley by myself, I keep my head up

Cause I remember all them times when I was fed up

Hungry for that money like my mama ain't never fed us

And if he tryna touch it, I promise he gettin' his head bussed

I show love and they hate me, what that's all about

I'm outside, nine to five, and I ain't callin' off

You know the sky ain't the limit when the stars out

You hear them gun sounds when I bring the pipes out

They pipe down when I pop out

And it's a slim chance you won't make it when I rock out

And I got it off the muscle same street, different struggle

All we know is the hustle in these streets, we got each other

I'm on my shit like I got diarrhea

And I peep and I don't say shit like I don't see it

Never clean my room, but with this broom, I'm a street sweeper

All they see was black jeans, red beam, and a wife beater

Hit her one time, why would I keep it

I get my own back end, why would I need it

Watch a block from a distance like a sightseer

On the road to riches, now you watchin' how I beat em

Two twenties, bad bitch, and a four for four

Even though I might miss, I won't treat a ho

Good brain on the honor roll

I'm bout my cheese like queso

And I ain't got no time to be waitin' on

Show love and they hate me, what that's all about

I'm outside nine to five and i ain't callin' off

You know the sky ain't the limit when the stars out

You hear them gun sounds when I bring the pipes out

They pipe down when I pop out

And it's a slim chance you won't make it when I rock out

And I got it off the most same street, different struggle

All we know is the hustle in these streets, we got each other

We got each other