All On You

Lyrics

[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 [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 2: GRIP] Back when niggas did the bank, hair bounce in the rag top And our nana had to cut the supreme with the rag top Niggas had rat tails and flat tops, pushin' the match box Or kitchen floor, niggas outside the liqour store would crack rocks Black Glock hangin' out his Nautica jeans He caught me starin', peepin' the scene Young me, not even a teen, obeyin' his gesture I came close, he gave me a lecture "Ever seen one of these?" "My uncle keep his gun on the dresser" Was my reply, he kneeled down so we could see eye to eye Let off inside and said his daddy left him high and dry So he grew up without a father figure Said he was twelve the first time he ever robbed a nigga He hope that God forgive him He ask my name and told me his name was Michael He said "Young nigga, don't get caught up in this cycle" You live by the gun or you die by the gun Hell, I probably won't even make it to see twenty-one [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