All Week - Rod Wave

Mama, Zachary makin' beats again

Pipe that shit up, TnT

D. Major, baby

Yeah, youngin'

Rah

Too much on my brain, man, that pain run deep

I’m on that drank but can’t get no sleep

For seven days, I’ve been at it all week

Chasin' that chain but my past chasin' me

Don’t book me at no show, can’t bring my Glock in this bitch

DJ, stop the beat, who let a opp in this bitch?

Say, who hit the heat?

It’s gettin' hot in this bitch

I said, who hit the heat?

It’s gettin' hot in this bitch

Glock 21, thirty shots in my shit

I’m on the highway with Maijay, he gon' bop on some shit

Nigga play, he get knocked out his socks in this bitch, yeah

His name Maijay, they call him MJ, he trynna dunk on a fella

He keep .23 with him, he screamin' 23 forever

I told my lady to be patient, I’ma get my shit together

On the road doin' shows, we on a whole other level

And we tour bus slidin', pedal to the metal

Staring out the window like I gotta do better

Thinking 'bout my kinfolks, wishin' I can help 'em

But I’m only one man, already too much on my schedule

Too much on my schedule, I do what I can do

It be too much on my brain, wish I can live inside the booth

I’m in Atlanta with my troops, let’s go in and wreck the booth

Tone just poured another deuce, I’m moving slowly off the juice

Hope I don’t OD off the juice, but it is what it is (What up)

Thinking 'bout my mama and kids, ain’t life a bitch?

(Ain't life a bitch?)

I was just bottom-boy surviving, fucked 'round and got rich

Now I got a reason to live

I’m living large, three-car garage with a house on the hill (House on the hill)

I talk to Shod, he tell me, «Rod, I’ma lay of the pills»

When you come home it gon' be on, I’ma get you a deal

I promise dawg, it’s only up from here

Too much on my brain, mane, that pain run deep

I’m on that drank but can’t get no sleep

For seven days, I’ve been at it all week (All week)

Chasin' that chain but my past chasin' me (Yeah)

Don’t book me at no show, can’t bring my Glock in this bitch

DJ, stop the beat, who let a opp in this bitch?

(Yeah)

Say, who hit the heat?

It’s gettin' hot in this bitch (It's gettin' hot in this

bitch, yeah)

I said, who hit the heat?

It’s gettin' hot in this bitch (It's gettin' hot in

this bitch, yeah)

Glock 21, 30 shots in my shit (It's 30 shots in my shit, yeah, it’s 30 shots in

my shit, yeah, grra)

Yeah

Yeah, dawg, ah

Yeah, dawg

I’m chasin' money, city-to-city

State-to-state, you know what I’m sayin'?

Don’t get this shit twisted dude, you feel me?