
All The Time Big T (Battle Rapper) (Ft. Okwerdz & Young Collage)
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Verse 1:
(Okwerdz)
I'm in my own lane and i ain't carpooling/
So point your favorite rapper out and imma harpoon em/
We got that raw moving, not in a jar just hard music/
Digital customers original hustler i'm Paul Newman/
Said you sold a million records lies lies lies/
Giving out fake numbers that's a 5 5 5/
Admit you shamed of flopping ain't no one gonna play or cop it/
Ill throw your 12 inch out the window like Lorena Bobbitt/
They say i got a big mug a potato head/
But i still get my dick sucked and i'm making bread/
So when i say ya dead, big t will break ya legs/
And probably light ya whip up like omega red/
And i got ya plane jane main dame open/
On the late late stroking in the shake weight motion/
I'm in the chi getting half passed lit/
Taking gas mask hits, homie pass that shit/
Hook/chorus:
(Young Collage)
As im flicking the flame of my lighter/
No time to sleep just another all nighter/
Up writing fire getting higher and i'm wide away/
If its bout that money mane then ill be on it right away/
I live the life of a star, nobody said it wouldn't be hard/
But this the life that i chose, on the road doing shows/
They say success is my destiny/
That's why i'm so active on the move all the time/
(Okwerdz)
I'm in my own lane and i ain't carpooling/
So point your favorite rapper out and imma harpoon em/
We got that raw moving, not in a jar just hard music/
Digital customers original hustler i'm Paul Newman/
Said you sold a million records lies lies lies/
Giving out fake numbers that's a 5 5 5/
Admit you shamed of flopping ain't no one gonna play or cop it/
Ill throw your 12 inch out the window like Lorena Bobbitt/
They say i got a big mug a potato head/
But i still get my dick sucked and i'm making bread/
So when i say ya dead, big t will break ya legs/
And probably light ya whip up like omega red/
And i got ya plane jane main dame open/
On the late late stroking in the shake weight motion/
I'm in the chi getting half passed lit/
Taking gas mask hits, homie pass that shit/
Hook/chorus:
(Young Collage)
As im flicking the flame of my lighter/
No time to sleep just another all nighter/
Up writing fire getting higher and i'm wide away/
If its bout that money mane then ill be on it right away/
I live the life of a star, nobody said it wouldn't be hard/
But this the life that i chose, on the road doing shows/
They say success is my destiny/
That's why i'm so active on the move all the time/
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