All I Know - D Liva, Devon Ray, J Declan

I won’t love you

'Cause I want to hold you

Get rich or die trying

That’s the motto

A man and I don’t need survival

El Dorado in my viso I ain’t talking water bottles

Ready to follow the leader or a verse from Bible?

I’m feeling like Fido

Looking for nothing but tail

And I’ve been looking for nothing but tail

And I’ll be damned if I don’t catch my idol

My name ain’t vital

Get get it right, or get it tight

The other night

One on the left, one on the right

They look like dykes

And damn, uh, I think they might uhhh

Your honor, respective lack of perspective mixed with liquor

It’s Liva, eating pussies like sardines for dinner

But then a-gain when my cup leans a little

(Ah, ah) Yeah bitches gon' fiend a little

(Richerrr), when the poetry’s flowing and mind is running

(Quickerrr) and adrenaline’s telling me that I want to

(Dick herrr) and them moments of doubt mean so little

(Ah, ah) damn bitches gon' seem so little

When I think back, when the paycheck

Was on rain check, and I pray that

I’m coming ASAP, like latex

Uh, one thing I noticed was how

I’m feeling like Anakin

Sin invading darker than Star Wars

Meaning I want more

Got to take it back like, YEET

Skeet, skeet on the sheet

Beat meat on this beat

Heat seek on the street

Please don’t follow me

All I want to see

Greater part of 23

Who the fuck you want to be?

Me?

Me

Hey, you want it all in gold

Took just enough of what your told

Half empty cup you want full

I swear, this all I know

Before your comfortable

Won’t settle for less than what you’re owed

Funeral before crumble

I swear, this all I know

Why you on the street, nigga?

And why you ain’t on the beach, nigga?

You ain’t even got no beef, nigga

You so far from the least, nigga

Jacking my swag and they copping my clothes

Caught on that beach five 757 hoes

You want to act like that’s how that shit goes

Suburb in streets, yeah you swear that’s all I know

Step on my feet, though I reap what you sow

Not trying to get paid, I’m just trying to get owed

Haters gon' hate, what the fuck do they know?

Suffering streets, nigga I swear that’s all I know

I won’t love you

'Cause I want to hold you in my arms

(Why you on the street nigga?

And why you ain’t the beach nigga?

You ain’t even got no beef nigga

You so far from the least nigga)

I don’t know where you come from

But when you come we gon' run

Blast bomboclaat with gun, gun

I swear, this all I know