All Black Lyrics

Pull up with a lot of cars

Smokin' on a cigarette

Wonderin' why my head's spinnin

I gotta put on Team on

Extend clip in the book bag

All black like my Rick Owens

Talk loud but you ain't blowin

It ain't my fault that your main goin

I got all of the green that I'm thumbing

I got a whole lot more money comin

When the mikes got the whole trap jumpin

I had nothin' but I turned it into somethin

Without the fans, I'd probably still be nothin

Check on my my brothers every single week

Had to make a phone call to my cousin

And My shorty she a dime in the dozen

I just really wanna ball through the rain

I just really wanna ball with the gang

I just really wanna ball through the pain

If you got no pain, then you got no gain

Bustdown, I don't care about the plain

Do it all for my family name

Do it all for the legacy

This feelin' feel like ecstasy

Pull up with a lot of cars

Smokin' on a cigarette

Wonderin' why my head's spinnin

I gotta put on Team on

Extend clip in the book bag

All black like my Rick Owens

Talk loud but you ain't blowin

It ain't my fault that your main goin

I understand

The situation you're in..