All On You GRIP (Ft. Devon of Wolf County)

[Chorus: Devon of Wolf Country]
The way that we grew up, it's all on you
Mama had no love, it's all on you
You never had enough, it's all on you
The way that we grew up, oh-yuh

[Verse 1: GRIP]
Uh, we used to play in the streets, LA Gear's on my feet
Zombies askin' for change, to give 'em somethin' to eat
And if you give 'em a dollar, might not see 'em for weeks
Hell, I ain't known no better, I was young and naive
First fade third grade, had to roll up my sleeves
Used to go yard to yard, tryin' to rake people leaves
Five dollars a yard, that take a young boy far
Buick Regal on spokes, yeah that's the dope man car
Korean owned convenience store for quarter waters and snacks
They killed that sweet old lady, I ain't never go back
Two niggas hit that lick, ain't even leave with a stack
A family without a mother, they probably hate us blacks
Look at us all the same, shit you can't even blame 'em
'Cause if you knew how our killers were
You wouldn't even name 'em
We learnt that shit from my idols
And so we stick to the call
Find out the world was cold
At only eight years old, damn