All My Life lyrics

[Verse 1: Max B]
I got a quarter key- Bout to put it on the scale
It's quarters, we got yola don’t be mentioning that mail
When that brick come back I ....yell
See now we can flip these O’s, ain’t the quantity its quality
He's a hot commodity, he got knocked for robbery
Came home a new man, got the city on this loopy sh*t
Greasy get that hoopty quick, he gon’ make me shoot this sh*t
n*gga they ain't been hot since I blessed the game with G’s up
n*gga won’t lift my sleeves up
Baby come lick my p*nis, Bigga he make me c*m
Max know sl*ts thats in Atlanta, I got trucks thats in Savanna
Out that cut gotta get that Bama (Bama)
These n*ggas just take me light till they laying in a coma
I come play in California, oww

[Chorus]
All my life
I'ma try to hit a lick or two
All my life
I'ma try to hit a b*tch or two
All my ice
Oh the wrist is blue, who they listen to? (Me)
What you want me to do?
All my life
I'ma try to hit a lick or two
All my life
I'ma try to hit a b*tch or two
All my ice
Oh the wrist is blue, who they listen to? (Me)
What you want me to do?
[Verse 2: Mack Mustard]
n*ggas out they mind, even mentioning the team name
I'll scrape Gay R, he copping fifths when the team gain
Take a look at his mean chain, they dragging on the internet
Ain’t kill a n*gga yet, he smoking weed & cigarettes
Stuck with seeds and n*ggas pet, we get seed out the set
I’ll have him weaving out his 'jects, or wherever the n*gga rep
Wherever the n*gga step-
Foot like a landfill, one click of the metal give your man chills
Stop living for fan thrills, or see how your fans feel
When Gay R body hard, they telling your man chill
He giving your man peels, its off with your mans grill
n*ggas with ram kills, give a f*ck how your man feel
Ya n*ggas in your fan peel, keep testing the fam we’ll..
Power smoking sour, you’ll be dead a couple hours
Or crime scene investigators come sprinkling their powders
n*ggas loving the dour come f*ck with this thing of ours

[Chorus]
All my life
I'ma try to hit a lick or two
All my life
I'ma try to hit a b*tch or two
All my ice
Oh the wrist is blue, who they listen to? (Me)
What you want me to do?
All my life
I'ma try to hit a lick or two
All my life
I'ma try to hit a b*tch or two
All my ice
Oh the wrist is blue, who they listen to? (Me)
What you want me to do?
[Verse 3: Max B]
Fresh up out that gate, I can penetrate-
Send one through that dome of yours
While your home watching the Source Awards
f*ckers got me p*ssed, thought she was a fan
Bigging up my new PD3, screaming Bigga give me a CD free
Bobbing off my sh*t, you and your main b*tch
Tripping off Sexy Love, empty slug
Yeah, he's sure to pop, he is such a work of art
He is known to squirt the dart, work the charts
Help these b*tches get cake, see n*ggas don’t appreciate
What I do for the game, f*ck the politics
Coca got a lot of it, poke it out and polish it
Tell them b*tches swallow me-
Gurgle it, Mustard on his murder sh*t
Average in 2010 on some burger sh*t
Used him for all purposes, used him for all services
Wipe you n*ggas down, look at mama bet she proud of me
Cluttered like the lot of me, flooded like the lottery
We need power boy, Dour called
Tell me max I got that Sour on, oww oww

[Chorus]
All my life
I'ma try to hit a lick or two
All my life
I'ma try to hit a b*tch or two
All my ice
Oh the wrist is blue, who they listen to? (Me)
What you want me to do?
All my life
I'ma try to hit a lick or two
All my life
I'ma try to hit a b*tch or two
All my ice
Oh the wrist is blue, who they listen to? (Me)
What you want me to do?