All Day (feat. $potty)

Look Yeah, I know they hate to see you do your thing We ain't fuckin' with them fakes, rather do this shit all day They can never even see what I see I know who I'm bout to be, whole team countin' on me Yeah, I know they hate to see you do your thing We ain't fuckin' with them fakes, rather do this shit all day They can never even see what I see I know who I'm bout to be, whole team countin' on me I just touched down like a running back Soon as you fall back, they come running back I'm either layin' with my shorty or I'm layin' tracks And when it comes to this music shit, I never slack So I gotta serve the fans like I'm serving crack F*ck the cards that were dealt, this ain't blackjack I be havin' flashbacks to back when I was a kid Back when 50 was on fire, I was meant for this shit Cause I would worship all they raps, posters up in the crib Makin' burned CDs, never hittin' the skip Fast forward years later, now I'm makin' the hits I'm dreamin' bout that range While I'm still drivin' my mama whip, like Yeah, I know they hate to see you do your thing We ain't fuckin' with them fakes, rather do this shit all day They can never even see what I see I know who I'm bout to be, whole team countin' on me Yeah, I know they hate to see you do your thing We ain't fuckin' with them fakes, rather do this shit all day They can never even see what I see I know who I'm bout to be, whole team countin' on me You can have it all, but can't count it all I'ma keep that shit a buck, check my overall It's some people who be wishin' on your downfall Knock me down and I'ma get it if I gotta crawl You can count on me, spotty good with no degree Ninety different angles, killin' haters, no apologies Fuckin' up the game and then they blame it on the referee I'ma take the ball, pull up shoot a Stephen Curry three Cause I'm done with your bitch ass Only on the wave cause you niggas talkin' riff-raff Rollin' up some drick-drag, but I don't f*ck with zig-zags Backwoods and HDs, make my food tasty Big kid with big snacks, lil' problems, big backs Why they wanna hate now? You deserve a face slap Dab on a nigga when I'm flexin' on him I was down, now I'm up and they disappointed Momma told me you the one and you can't avoid it Planted seeds on my own where the grass is water It's the mob now, we a squad now And if you countin' on me, just know it's goin' down, yea Yeah, I know they hate to see you do your thing We ain't fuckin' with them fakes, rather do this shit all day They can never even see what I see I know who I'm bout to be, whole team countin' on me