Done It All lyrics

[Chorus: Boosie Badazz & Tajma]
I done done it all
[?] in these streets
Gotta hustle, gotta [?] this indostry
I done done it all
[?] looking out for me
[?]
I done done it all
[?] in these streets
Gotta hustle, gotta [?] this indostry
I done done it all
[?] looking out for me
[?]

[Verse 1: Boosie Badazz]
Running ducking the law, brick after brick
Fighting crazy baby mamas, b*tch after b*tch
Late night selling that white, know what I'm talking 'bout?
In a hospital fighting for my life, know what I'm talking 'bout?
Grew up a screw up, ask the police why they do us [?]
Beefing with n*ggas out [?]
[?] people dragging my name through the mud
n*ggas running through hoes, [?] I done done seen it all
[?] n*ggas [?]
Selling them onions, gambling my baby pamper money
Putting n*ggas to rest, had to shake them haters off me
Rapping for years without no checks, woke up and smelled the coffee
Making kids when I was just a kid, I grew up fast
Ducking bullits, pus*y n*ggas was tryna bust my ass
Fighting charges, ducking feds, n*ggas [?] me
Beefing with family, [?]
[Chorus: Boosie Badazz & Tajma]
I done done it all
[?] in these streets
Gotta hustle, gotta [?] this indostry
I done done it all
[?] looking out for me
[?]
I done done it all
[?] in these streets
Gotta hustle, gotta [?] this indostry
I done done it all
[?] looking out for me
[?]

[Verse 2: Mistah F.A.B.]
Man, I done done it all in this indostry
The ins and the outs, if you real, [?] what I'm talking 'bout
Been on labels with dope boys, that said f*ck rap
Man, I'm tryna push this music, man, they tryna pump crack
Put my own CD out, low budget, like man, f*ck it
Couldn't get that ho out, couldn't pay a n*gga to ove it
Then I signed to a label, with money but can't push it
First album ain't do nothing, probably threw it in the bushes
Then I signed to a label, my CEO died
Still cairey it on my back, it's hard, but I survive
Songs on the radio, to none at all
I admit I said some sh*t that got me banned, my fault
Then I signed to a major, finally got my shot
Three years later, they like "when you gon' drop?"
I read the blog sites, they saying I ain't hot
I'm scared to drop, 'cause if I flop, I'm going right back to the block
[Chorus: Boosie Badazz & Tajma]
I done done it all
[?] in these streets
Gotta hustle, gotta [?] this indostry
I done done it all
[?] looking out for me
[?]
I done done it all
[?] in these streets
Gotta hustle, gotta [?] this indostry
I done done it all
[?] looking out for me
[?]

[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]
[?]
[?] sh*t, [?] what you wouldn't believe
My daddy a drug dealer, my mama a hustler too
And they are my role models, so what you think I'ma do?
The heart of a real n*gga, the talent to be the best
The indostry fake as f*ck, so I'd rather hang in the [?]
I'm counting my own money, signing my own checks
CEO of my own label, I manage my own sh*t
I'm shooting my own guns, sold my own work
They say practice makes perfect, so I be doing my homework
I studdied this rap sh*t, I traveled the world twice
I do it for hood n*ggas, promoting this thug life
[Chorus: Boosie Badazz & Tajma]
I done done it all
[?] in these streets
Gotta hustle, gotta [?] this indostry
I done done it all
[?] looking out for me
[?]
I done done it all
[?] in these streets
Gotta hustle, gotta [?] this indostry
I done done it all
[?] looking out for me
[?]