"f*ck Em All"

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[Verse 1: Peezy & Payroll Giovanni]
Thirty racks in my pocket, hunid thousand in ice (A hunid)
See them coupes outside, know we in town for the night (We in the city)
Drug dealers in my section, a lot of bottles on ice (Yuh)
b*tch, I’m married to the game, I made a vow to my wife (I do)
Exclusive sh*t that I’m wearin’, it ain’t comin’ out for ‘bout a month (Nah)
n*gga, sit your broke ass down, ‘cause you ain’t got a crumb (f*ck on)
You see the bezel on the Rollie, that’s a lot of chunks (Chunks)
I ain’t complainin’ ‘bout sh*t, I went and got it up (Yuh)

[Bridge: Payroll Giovanni & Peezy]
Man, that broke sh*t wasn’t for me (Wasn’t for me)
I had to go outside and get some money (Get some money)
I was so young that OG’s was scared to front me (Yeah)
Thinkin’ I’ma f*ck it up, like some kind of dummy (No)
Had to show and prove I’m ‘bout business (Uh)
Bought my own work was the ticket (Was the ticket)
Now, it’s residue on granny’s dishes (Yeah)
Had a operation out the kitchen (Yeah)
Choppin’ down ounces tryna build up to a chicken
I gotta touch a ticket

[Verse 2: Peezy & Payroll Giovanni]
I started with some nickels (Nickels)
Couple years later, I’m worth more than six figures (Yuh)
Let God be my witness [?] chickens (Birds)
Prepared to go the distance, I’ma show out on you b*tches (b*tch)
‘Cause they ain’t see the vision, now I got these n*ggas puzzled (Yuh)
Could help ‘em out, but nah, f*ck ‘em, let ‘em suffer (f*ck ‘em)
You buyin’ b*tches sh*t that I be scared to take in public (f*ck is that?)
Made it out the mud, the marble floor is all hustle (b*tch!)
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