All We Got - A-cross

How could you relate to me?

Told you my story A to Z

Was down, waited patiently

And repped the streets faithfully

I came up off pork and beans

Five star, six stars, pyramids, pitchforks, and fiends

Pissy mattresses, empty cabinets

You seen what I seen, it make the fuckin' devil Catholic, nigga

My mama caught a case, my mans bought an eighth

The hood that I’m from ain’t safe, hooping with the alley crates

I’m with the alley cats, four-five, handle black

Fractured his hand shootin' 'cause he couldn’t handle that

Police scanners, shorties got no manners

The neighbors watch us, embarrassed, we servin' 'em on camera

They killed my nigga Jeff, he was just askin' for directions

So I ask Allah to bless me and suppress my aggression

Let me take you down memory lane

Where I sold my first sixteenth and got mixed in the game

That’s all we got

One word, one word, one word, nigga, Warsquiat

I was broke last year, standin' on the corner hot

You put that work in, one day, you gon' run the block

'Cause that’s all we got

That’s all we got

One word, one word, one word, nigga, Warsquiat

I was broke last year, standin' on the corner hot

You put that work in, one day, you gon' run the block

'Cause that’s all we got, that’s all we got

These niggas ain’t got no choice but to respect mine

Put you in the Tribune, Sun Times, or the RedEye

Seened a nigga get killed last week on the Red Line

And my cousin locked up downtown doin' fed time

These niggas ain’t got no choice but to respect mine

Put you in the Tribune, Sun Times, or the RedEye

Seened a nigga get killed last week on the Red Line

These niggas ain’t got no choice but to respect mine