All Day - Propain, Z RO

Look, I woke up in this bitch like haah

We some trill niggas, in a gang of paper like haah

Hand full of gold and purple and it ain’t the Lakers like boy

Playa shit, now your girl she boppin'

When you drunk and start to think your party poppin'

Imma pick and roll, it look like Karl and Stockton

From the town of hustle like Hardwood

All the hoes we passin, every car gets choppin'

If you talkin' bars, then I’m the hardest out here

Shit yo favorite artist like a porta pottie

And these rap niggas so fake to me

You niggas make believe, you niggas can’t compete

I’m gettin' paid to speak, you niggas pay your fees

That’s some minor shit, hoe this the major league

Bitch nigga, I

Born to lose but I’m raised to win

Bitch nigga, I

When you trill mane, you just can’t pretend

Bitch nigga, I

Bad hoes, got em chest to chest

But I’m about my paper, I ain’t payin for sex

I just want the head, I’m like Professor X

Only UGK shit can bless the deck

I’m Big Steve for real, I resurrect the best

Never sold a drug but took my show money

Let my partna flip it, call it stretch a check

And all these haters talk shit but they don’t damage none

Hiram Clarke I really never plan to run

Started with a little tryna manage crumbs

Now I’m a 6 figure nigga still I am the one like

Wish they would try to step on my shoes

Bitch I’m worth too much money hoe you got me confused

With some other guy, bitch that ain’t me

Bitch you can get this dick but conversation ain’t free

Trill niggas from the city represent it all day

On a hustle for that paper bitch we bout that all day

Drop that top we pop that trunk we hit that spot we shut it down

Niggas know we bout to kill it every time we come around

Uh

I pulled up in that 4-door Bentley but I pulled off in a 2 seater

Yeah I started my career with a nigga named

Ended up with a nigga named

New N.W.A around here who got something to say around here

A lotta people inviting me but that young nigga Propain

The only one that got Joseph McVey around here

I went HAM last year, this year I’m goin filet

Another $ 100,000 that’s where I’m going today

Yeah the cameras flashin'

They tryna see me and my people but you and yo hoe in the way

I go in, then I go hard when I’m in there

I take it where these other rappers can’t

My nigga I’m the God Rapper

Do you really think I give a fuck what these other rapper think

Rappers bookin' shows now cause they ain’t got no more rap money

I appreciate that deposit chief

You know you ain’t gettin' that fact from me

Fuckin' right, imma go to another club

If another club got that 10 racks for me

If it’s beef my nigga just come to Mo City

Get out ya shit and just ask for me

I’m a Houston Rocket, a Houston Texan, a Houston Astro and all that

I’m a Houston gangsta, if you ain’t gangsta

When you come to Houston better fall back

Better stay on Post Oak, the friendly end

Over the Belt Way ain’t no friendly men

Salute all my people that’s in the pen

When Pharaoh come home put him in a Benz

Wish they would try to step on my shoes

Bitch I’m worth too much money hoe you got me confused

With some other guy, bitch that ain’t me

Bitch you can get this dick but conversation ain’t free

Trill niggas from the city represent it all day

On a hustle for that paper bitch we bout that all day

Drop that top we pop that trunk we hit that spot we shut it down

Niggas know we bout to kill it every time we come around

Yeah man

You know I can recall vividly man

Standin' on that corner man, you know

Herschelwood and Windemere

Hand full of rocks man

Maybe 40 or 50 dollars worth of rocks man

And I can remember man Corey Blount and Quincy and Bubba

And Stick comin' thru in them slants

Red on white, 4's, bumpin, kits, grills

You know the real red outta Ike

You know, I’m talkin' bout 30, 40 thousand dollars worth of slab

And here you are with 50, 60 dollars worth of rocks in your hand man

It seemed so far away man, it seemed like we’d never make it

Yeah, I remember those girls man, standin' out in front of the high school at

Jones man

And, we’d walk out and ask em for their phone numbers man

And they’re lookin' at us like, you know like we had a pile of shit on us or

something at the time, you know

And Blount and them just comin' thru man

And all this was based on slab man, and

That’s when slab really meant something you know