Give It My All (Radio Edit) ft. Laylow Brown Lyrics

Man I'm gone give it all I got

I ain't stopping till the checkered flag

No break no rest when I chase the bag

No sleep till a grave and a body bag

Carolina native doing good cause I'm breaking bad

Tunnel vision focus on the guy on a holy path

Skating on thin ice with my stick and my goalie mask

Hundreds in my pocket I be balling like a bowling bag

Army of one but I ain't never had a soldier tag

Built Ford tough like a rock

Had to give it all I got just to get the things I want

And to make it to the top

Ain't no time like the present just watch

I hit the block pocket full of lint and r**** in my socks

Got the forty on my side just to take the s*** you got

One day you may be here but the next day maybe not

So I live my best life

And I'm gone give it all I got

Boy I walk it like I talk it

Now just watch me run the block

Still doing me crack baby I'm a eighties birth

Born to be the king but raised in the peasants turf

Drugs or weapons resistance educated me to be

The best kingpin on this Earth

Move in silence be quiet I don't tell my moves

Laylow got receipts show I done paid my dues

You can't walk in my socks

Nor can you fit my shoes

Shoot my shot Top Gun

But I am no Tom Cruise

Live life no limit Percy Miller had the blueprint

Told them I would make it

Everybody call me foolish

I give it all I got then got back to making movements

The man in the mirror

Told me homie you can do it

Watching from behind the tint

Grooving as I cruise past

Proof come from my brothers

That I'm tighter than a du rag

Walking in the room and asking everybody who mad

Cause I need to know who trying to make sure that I do bad

With criticism envious people can hide they goals

But hate is just refinement polishing me to glow

Jumping obstacles like I'm racing for the gold

God on my side he make decisions from the press box

On the field running plays

God picking the best spots

Proof is in the pudding and I'm savoring the flavor

Give it all i got pushing hard like I'm in labor

Incite a riot in yo soul like the Indiana Pacers

Put me on the stage and I'll make a good impression

They say I got class like an a when you testing

If you wanna learn better be present for the lesson

Soul is to me like a church is to the reverends

Under pressure and in reverence

Im calm and collected

Ay ay ay

My lyrical bombs make a big boom

This face right here

Belongs on the tzoom