
We All We Got Yung Bleu
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[Chorus]
I prayed to God that I would make it to the top
A young street nigga tryna make it off the block
I told my niggas yeah, we all we got
I told my niggas yeah, we all we got
We all we got, we all we got, we all we got, we all we got
We all we got, we all we got, we all we got, we all we got
[Verse 1]
Been in the streets all my life
Business beef all my life
I'ma ride if you wrong or right
Pussy niggas gon' be gone tonight
I ain't saw you in a minute
Wishing you was here to see how shit changed
I was young, blowing money fast
It was gone as quick as it came
I know when you fucked up
When you're stressed out, I be feeling your pain
I'm probably feeling the same
We just some young niggas about money
Ain't never shitted on nobody
I do the crime, I do the time
I ain't finna pin it on nobody, hey
My nigga, my shooter, I know he'll do you
He carry that Ruger, he carry that Ruger
My niggas like to rob, I had to tell my lil nigga chill
Fuck around catch a charge
You gon' be gone for about a hundred years
I prayed to God that I would make it to the top
A young street nigga tryna make it off the block
I told my niggas yeah, we all we got
I told my niggas yeah, we all we got
We all we got, we all we got, we all we got, we all we got
We all we got, we all we got, we all we got, we all we got
[Verse 1]
Been in the streets all my life
Business beef all my life
I'ma ride if you wrong or right
Pussy niggas gon' be gone tonight
I ain't saw you in a minute
Wishing you was here to see how shit changed
I was young, blowing money fast
It was gone as quick as it came
I know when you fucked up
When you're stressed out, I be feeling your pain
I'm probably feeling the same
We just some young niggas about money
Ain't never shitted on nobody
I do the crime, I do the time
I ain't finna pin it on nobody, hey
My nigga, my shooter, I know he'll do you
He carry that Ruger, he carry that Ruger
My niggas like to rob, I had to tell my lil nigga chill
Fuck around catch a charge
You gon' be gone for about a hundred years
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