All Day Long

Paupa got beats making history, on God!

Young *****, Glock on me with my chains on

I could never switch up on my day ones

You can't name one ***** that I changed on

I been gettin' to the bag all day long

I came from poverty, straight out the mud

My *****s ride for me, yeah we some thugs

They on the side of me, strapped with them slugs

It's animosity, they show no love

Big bag, i been getting to the money

I know *****s out here really wish I bummy

Glock twenty-three, tucked by the tummy

**** it back,

Pull the trigger ***** please don't be a dummy

We gon' ride around his block and let them shots off

If we catch a op slippin' let them Glocks off

All my *****s official and y'all be knock offs

***** we do this in loving memory of Popoff, uh

I been gettin' to the bag, put on for my section

I can't really trust a soul so I keep a weapon

Got Balenciaga's on my feet every time I step in

Two fingers with a thumb, you know what I'm reppin'

Young ***** and I gotta get my bang on

Keep a Glock every time I got my chains on

Big choppa enemigos we gon' rain on

Young ***** I'm just tryna put the gang on

Young *****, Glock on me with my chains on

I could never switch up on my day ones

You can't name one ***** that I changed on

I been gettin' to the bag all day long

I came from poverty, straight out the mud

My *****s ride for me, yeah we some thugs

They on the side of me, strapped with them slugs

It's animosity, they show no love

Oouuah

Decades, decades, I been in it for decades (Decades)

Methane, propane, ninety-one oct-in-ane

*******, ******* comin' outta the gih-name (Gih-name)

Magazine that's the street I clih-zame

Some of my comrades doin' it big,

Some of my comrades doin' it small

Me personally, I sell music and alcohol

They call me E-40 I'm not a phony (Not a phony)

The soil love me like fried bologna (Fried bologna)

I'm havin' my cheese and grits

With my prawns and my fried fish

Back in the glory days, I used to sell hella bricks

Then I went to hibernation and took a vacation

How many years ago?

Thirty plus years ago, statute of limitations

When I was flea-flickin',

I was servin' the other side (For real?)

But they didn't even know, just me and my guys (The Hills)

The other side can be anywhere in your city (Anywhere)

When there was a drought I was breakin' down zippies (Onions)

Biatch!

Young *****, Glock on me with my chains on

I could never switch up on my day ones

You can't name one ***** that I changed on

I been gettin' to the bag all day long

I came from poverty, straight out the mud

My *****s ride for me, yeah we some thugs

They on the side of me, strapped with them slugs

It's animosity, they show no love