All Said & Done / JFK’s 8 Ball Outro

Lyrics

[Part I: All Said & Done] [Intro: Tawatha Agee] Oh, the rain Oh yeah [Hook: Neem & Tawatha Agee] All said, and done This is how it's supposed to go Why you acting all emotional? Oh All said, and done [Verse 1: Playz] You know I'm numero uno with the fly talk Bar lord, Star Wars, Luke Skywalk I slide off, jump on the jetty and fly off You should have a app on your phone, iLost And I'm 'bout to get the champion plaque The champion back, hoodie on, Champion black Every song that I'm on, it's a sample of crack Talent still exists, I am an example of that, facts I've always been the same, I ain't changed yet I skate across the track like Wayne Gret' Lil homie, your life is a train wreck I be kicked back, smoking on train wreck The word around town is I'm very nice And how I'm catching the vibe is like Jerry Rice I love women, I mingle with every type I lay the foundation and then bury pipe I got soul on the song, young Barry White I wore every Adidas and bought every Nike Yeah, the heavyweight champ is here I arrive so all you see is hands in air Shit rare light beaming off the chandelier You can't compare, you lighter than cans of beer Brodie I took the title and it can't be shared [Hook: Neem & Tawatha Agee, Playz & Juelz Santana] All said, and done (We won) This is how it's supposed to go Why you acting all emotional? Oh All said, and done You playing the Pokonos And never seen the coast before, oh All said, and done Ride the wave, ain't supposed to row You never been on a boat before, woah All said, and done This is how it's supposed to go Why you acting all emotional? Oh (Santana) All said, and done (Y'all niggas know me, yeah) [Verse 2: Juelz Santana] All said and done, they all said I'm done Bet I be the one when it's all said and done Been that nigga, plus the best is yet to come Still living for today 'case tomorrow never come Wonder if my prayers for better days ever come Then we elected Trump, fuck Turn on the news, all you hear is another one Cold cops, Khaled how they killing us Straight out of Harlem, you know the birth place Better than you niggas on my worst day So fly, you would think every day was my birthday Not to mention how I get it, I serve cake Niggas playing get scraped like the work plate Or the bottom of the pot when the work's made Oh he's back in his bag Wait, did I do that? Dropping heat unexpected like the LV Supreme collab Some would say most of these emcees is trash Look at all these weirdos, I'm just sitting back Getting brain like look at all these scarecrows [Hook: Neem & Tawatha Agee & Juelz Santana] All said, and done This is how it's supposed to go Why you acting all emotional? Oh (Get back, boy) All said, and done (You heard?) You playing the Pokonos And never seen the coast before, oh (Yeah) All said, and done Ride the wave, ain't supposed to row You never been on a boat before, woah All said, and done This is how it's supposed to go Why you acting all emotional? Oh All said, and done [Outro: Juelz Santana] We tryna celebrate Good living nigga [Part II: JFK's 8 Ball Outro] [Intro: JFK] (Statik Selektah) Yeah, what As we journey on On and on and on and on Yeah, Statik JFK, y'all Yeah, let me talk to 'em [Verse: JFK] Running through life trying to find my true speed And there's too many R.I.Ps across my news feed I try to succeed, not be above that stress But it's always devils screaming that they so blessed They try to bury you, never let you see the light Do they even listen? Wonder why I even write And at night, I toss and turn And every day I understand, value every lesson learned I'm eyeing the finish line, I swear I'm gonna finish mine In a minute's time, nothing comes to a timid mind We live to die, gotta balance regret Adjust to the change, yeah the biggest challenge yet Traces of hate circulating the circus Monkey suits with no purpose, so deep, my thoughts can't surface Under the hood, all wrecking service In the fast lane, buck fifty where the curb is, spitting verses All the way up, but look what's beneath you They'll set you up then beat you, take your drugs and tweet you You a weak dude, do you smell what The Rock is cooking? Rattle snakes, from Austin to Brooklyn This game will leave you vacant, shaking Plus I heard the rats got a taste for the bacon Do a football never have your whole body aching? Living life on the edge surrounded by razor, Gillette Stadium Word [Outro: JFK] Yeah, whether you're stripes or solid Keep your eyes on the 8 ball Where the losers rack and the winners break This is album number 8