CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : All Week
It ain't sh*t if Bracy ain't make it
Way too much sh*t goin' on in these streets
Hope I make it home every week
I get money all week, I f**k b*t*hes all week
I can't go today, I still got goals I gotta reach
My family gotta eat, that's why I never sleep
I just slid another piece, my b*t*h crack cards for me
Get hit for all your P's if the numbers off to me
I flip P's all week, I count cheese all week
Imagine if you seen the sh*t I seen at 16
I was 17, livin' life like it's a dream
I got Guccis on my feet, I got Gucci on my tee
It be the brokest b*t*hes acting bougie on IG
In the club, no ID, got the stick in with me
You ain't even Big Money, just a gang wannabe
Way too much sh*t goin' on in these streets
Hope I make it home every week
I get money all week, I f**k b*t*hes all week
I can't go today, I still got goals I gotta reach
A lot of weird sh*t goin' on up in these streets
If you ain't in my circle, what that got to do with me?
I just linked with Lil Sheik, boy, we in this b*t*h deep
20 years old, I was worth a hundred G's
I hope I make it home
It was a couple times where I could've got domed
I'm ridin' with my n***as if they right or if they wrong
I can't f**k with too many 'cause these n***as might fold
Hottest in my city but my heart ice cold
Now a n***a got goals
Always with my b*t*h, I done f**ked too many hoes
A lot goin' on, why you think I got pole?
Been workin' hard, why you think I got dough?
Way too much sh*t goin' on in these streets
Hope I make it home every week
I get money all week, I f**k b*t*hes all week
I can't go today, I still got goals I gotta reach
My family gotta eat, that's why I never sleep
I just slid another piece, my b*t*h crack cards for me
Get hit for all your P's if the numbers off to me
I flip P's all week, I count cheese all week
Way too much sh*t goin' on in these streets
Hope I make it home every week
I get money all week, I f**k b*t*hes all week
I can't go today, I still got goals I gotta reach
My family gotta eat, that's why I never sleep
I just slid another piece, my b*t*h crack cards for me
Get hit for all your P's if the numbers off to me
I flip P's all week, I count cheese all week
Imagine if you seen the sh*t I seen at 16
I was 17, livin' life like it's a dream
I got Guccis on my feet, I got Gucci on my tee
It be the brokest b*t*hes acting bougie on IG
In the club, no ID, got the stick in with me
You ain't even Big Money, just a gang wannabe
Way too much sh*t goin' on in these streets
Hope I make it home every week
I get money all week, I f**k b*t*hes all week
I can't go today, I still got goals I gotta reach
A lot of weird sh*t goin' on up in these streets
If you ain't in my circle, what that got to do with me?
I just linked with Lil Sheik, boy, we in this b*t*h deep
20 years old, I was worth a hundred G's
I hope I make it home
It was a couple times where I could've got domed
I'm ridin' with my n***as if they right or if they wrong
I can't f**k with too many 'cause these n***as might fold
Hottest in my city but my heart ice cold
Now a n***a got goals
Always with my b*t*h, I done f**ked too many hoes
A lot goin' on, why you think I got pole?
Been workin' hard, why you think I got dough?
Way too much sh*t goin' on in these streets
Hope I make it home every week
I get money all week, I f**k b*t*hes all week
I can't go today, I still got goals I gotta reach
My family gotta eat, that's why I never sleep
I just slid another piece, my b*t*h crack cards for me
Get hit for all your P's if the numbers off to me
I flip P's all week, I count cheese all week
