All or Nothin’

Lyrics

[Verse 1: J Stone] Yea Watch Turn a dollar and a dream to a mansion and a million We was a trappin' in the buildings, giving back to the children They said I wasn't shit, they was laughin' at a nigga Had to run the music up or run the bag up on niggas Took myself on tour, nigga who city lit Now I want Grammys nigga, used to wanna see a brick Now I want plaques, me and Blacc Sam matchin' Maybachs Black on black, double up, back to back nigga Sold out dates in NY, that's a fact Casanova in the cut, Dave East in the back Shit was packed, next stop in Cleveland Real recognize real, I'm hot every season Please believe it They fully tapped in, cuz nigga back then Them shows wasn't packed And my shit wasn't crackin' yet Niggas didn't wanna hear mе rap And bitches didn't wanna hear my tracks They'd rathеr hear some trap They said my shit was whack This ain't no 'look at me now' rap or 'I told you so' Nigga, I been had the flow, nigga I know I'm gold Really diamond, I'm stone, Nip said I'ma blow Like C4, but you ain't know, so here I go [Chorus: Alexandria Dopson] Here where I come from We self-made Come from nothin' And where I come from Shit don't stop All or Nothin' And that's all I know Hussle is all I know Here where I come from We self-made Come from nothin' [Verse 2: Dave East] Graduated, to a frozen wrist I met Stone with Nip We sold it quick, couple hoes to hit Bitch this rollin' Crip My marathons, lappin' niggas 'fore they noticed it Hussle told us, watch who you be smokin' with I took a couple losses, then got over it Trey-O to 6-0, we pull up let a clip go It don't matter the zip code Smokin' watchin' baby boi, Rest in Peace to Crazy O Prices went up, you wanna book me, gotta pay me more She tryin' get with the homies, you better follow where your lady go Homies dyin' in the streets, you niggas dyin' to be on the radio Money up, God above all, nothin' above Him We was the boys in the hood, watchin ? Italian bitches love us, I guess we remind them of the Mafia It's Harlem Mafia, Presidential, feel like Barak and them Really took my shit hotter, I'm prophesizing what I can um They couldn't walk in my shoes, I wouldn't give a sock to them Pick and roll on any opp, we can Malone and Stockton them It's goin' down like Jock and them Diddy, send some Ciroc for them It's authentic, them niggas dropped it, cuz they cannot be him Couple guns on me, shout outs to the bouncers, they got me in [Chorus: Alexandria Dopson] Here where I come from We self-made Come from nothin' And where I come from Shit don't stop All or Nothin' And that's all I know Hussle is all I know Here where I come from We self-made Come from nothin'