All She Wrote lyrics

by

T.I.


Yeah
Yeah
Kasinova Tha Don, T.I
2face Mixtape
Let's get it
Uh

[Chorus]
Now I don’t really care what you call me
Just as long as you don't call me broke
I bet they knew as soon as they saw me
Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote
Streets like cold Chicago (Yeah)
Ain't nothin' new, I seen it all before
But still, I ball like no tomorrow
Goodnight, it’s over with, that's all she wrote
All she wrote, all she wrote
I said, it’s over with, that's all she wrote
All she wrote, all she wrote
Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote

[Verse 1]
It was 1987, mama pushed me out her pus*y
Screaming "Hurry!" who would have pictured Kasinova getting these n*ggas burried
I'm a lost soul looking for God, when I die
Convicted felon what they yelling when I'm trynna get by
I'm feeling hopeless, losing focus when I'm looking for jobs
My felony became a burden now I swallow my pride
They used to tell me I was cursed with this voice inside
I wouldn't trip though, I hit the mic and let my sh*t flow
Blowing n*ggas off the f*cking macs with raw raps
Leaving these n*ggas thinking Makaveli had came back
With fully loaded ammunition, bustin' on contact
Causing the holocaust, they should have known that we all strapped
Uh, Whoever tried to stop me;
I let my shotty body any one of you pocket pussies, don't try to cop me (now)
Give me the meaning, and when I got the streets feindin'
Your life is over so keep dreaming, I'm still scheming
[Chorus]
Now I don’t really care what you call me
Just as long as you don't call me broke
I bet they knew as soon as they saw me
Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote
Streets like cold Chicago
Ain't nothin' new, I seen it all before
But still, I ball like no tomorrow
Goodnight, it’s over with, that's all she wrote
All she wrote, all she wrote
I said, it’s over with, that's all she wrote
All she wrote, all she wrote
Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote

[Verse 2]
It's stupid how I go in
Knowin' everybody knowin' that I’m sewin' up the game
Destroyin' like they hate me for it
Eventually, see they can't beat and then with me, they join
Others sworn under oath or banished, left completely scorned
You tell lies, get cut, n*gga, kick rocks
You never did blend in with the big shots
On the fast track, ain't no need for no pit stops
I just laugh at, n*gga wishin' they were this hot
Guess they mad at me, huh? Really p*ssed off
Better that than p*ssed on
I’m the Jetsons, you the Flintstones
Catch me in the end zone, high-steppin', Prime Time
Thought you n*ggas been known, ain't no blockin' my shine
Like my new Air Yeezys, you can see me in the nighttime
I get rich off livin' life, you check to check, recitin' rhymes
So call me what you want, wanna hate? Have a nice time
While I get stupid paper, hey, my dough ain't in its right mind
[Chorus]
Now I don’t really care what you call me
Just as long as you don't call me broke
I bet they knew as soon as they saw me
Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote
Streets like cold Chicago
Ain't nothin' new, I seen it all before
But still, I ball like no tomorrow
Goodnight, it’s over with, that's all she wrote
All she wrote, all she wrote
I said, it’s over with, that's all she wrote
All she wrote, all she wrote
Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote

[Verse 3]
You rolling with the boss, baby
Cut the dreads so now I'm feeling wavy
I'm counting bread in my black Mercedes
Can you dig it? I'm getting twisted while I'm changing digits
Lord is my witness, making visions for my people living
A cheap sl*t, with deep cuts, I bust guts
I roll up with sick f*cks, with mo' nuts
You wanna understand the world that we living in
Reunited, banging these b*tches and Caribbeans
La Di Da Di, who wanna party with a rap star?
It's not a gimmick, there's no limit on my black car
Blame it on mama while I cash out
When were were broken down the landlords put her ass out
Hey
[Chorus]
Now I don’t really care what you call me
Just as long as you don't call me broke
I bet they knew as soon as they saw me
Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote
Streets like cold Chicago
Ain't nothin' new, I seen it all before
But still, I ball like no tomorrow
Goodnight, it’s over with, that's all she wrote

[Verse 3]
The credit roll, the curtain close, the movie over with (that's it)
But don’t get mad at me, go blame the chick who wrote this sh*t (nope)
Yeah, life is sure a b*tch (b*tch), but she know I’m rich (I'm rich)
That why she give me what I want and I just throw her di*k
Here I go again, I kick this sh*t, give a damn, got it pourin' in
Pesos, Euros, Yen, ah-ha, I’m paid, never gon' be broke again
See me posted in anything, wearin' any chain
Never gon' see me totin' anything, all you gon' see is bang
It's so nice where I kick it, hate you never get to visit
Yeah, I’m on another level, but you n*ggas still can't get it
It's all over ‘fore you finish–sorry, bro, this where we end it
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