[00:00.000] 作词 : Frederick J. Tipton/Demond Price
[00:00.411] 作曲 : Frederick J. Tipton/Demond Price/Alan D. Maman
[00:00.823]Yeah
[00:02.521]Kane Train
[00:08.007]Toot a lil' somethin', somethin'
[00:10.828]Let's smoke a lil' somethin', somethin', yeah
[00:17.254]A b*tch could never (All of me)
[00:19.684]Ha, never, b*tch, yeah (All of me)
[00:23.445]Yeah, real n*gga, what's up?
[00:25.561]My first love was football from playin' that Madden sh*t
[00:28.278]My second love was hard drugs, w**d and this rappin' sh*t
[00:31.622]Heard Allah on the nights that I wasn't havin' sh*t
[00:34.652]I say my prayers but I'm rusty as f*ck with Arabic
[00:37.760]Lord, take me as I am 'cause I'm gon' come as I'm is
[00:40.399]I might die twice if I look down and see my mama in tears
[00:43.507]I gave her (All of me), uh
[00:45.597]But I ain't gon' never die (All of me), uh
[00:49.307]B*tch, I could never, what's up?
[00:51.004]I know the Lord watch over babies and fools
[00:52.885]I did the fooly with this tool to put my babies through school
[00:56.124]You know my last one was a liar, for that b*tch, we ain't cool
[00:59.285]Hit them DMs, a n*gga can't swim, but I f*cked her friend by the pool
[01:02.551]'Cause she was tour p*ssy, I never needed that b*tch
[01:05.633]She cussed me out in long-ass texts, but I ain't read them sh*ts
[01:08.820]She wanted (All of me)
[01:11.249]But you could never have (All of me), haha, yeah
[01:14.698]B*tch, you could never, what's up?
[01:15.847]Uh, James Harden, I had to take a step back from b*tches and certain n*ggas (Yeah)
[01:18.982]Sometimes you slip to get the success, then you start hurtin' feelings
[01:22.142]Used to have the hardtop, yes, now I convert the ceiling
[01:25.173]Friends was tryna count my pockets like I don't deserve a million
[01:28.333]B*tch, I deserve a trillion
[01:30.005]'Cause I would've did a trillion years for these n*ggas
[01:32.748]Whole bid for these n*ggas
[01:34.368]I gave 'em (All of me)
[01:36.066]N*gga, I gave the streets (All of me)
[01:39.827]I'm fallin' back, what's up?
[01:41.186]Look, my first love was writin' verses and rappin' bars (Yeah)
[01:44.503]My second love was sittin' on bandos and trappin' hard (Huh?)
[01:47.377]Hospital bed, bullet in my neck and a fractured jaw
[01:50.511]Call it crazy, but I always knew I'd bounce back this hard (I always knew)
[01:54.142]Who got the matte black MAC? That's to match the car (Uh-huh)
[01:57.068]I got that 'cause I been clapped before
[01:59.498]Gave these streets (All of me)
[02:01.404]N*gga, I gave the streets (All of me)
[02:04.644]Uh, I'm on tour, I'm on the road just hustlin' and sh*t
[02:08.876]My baby mama cut me off, she had enough of my sh*t (She sick of my sh*t)
[02:12.428]I'll Cashapp stacks every now and then, like that's enough
[02:15.432]She like, "At least FaceTime, your babies don't see your ass enough" (You right)
[02:19.011]Plus my older son is failin' math, that sh*t ain't addin' up
[02:22.250]I guess I ain't around bein' a dad enough, I owe my kids
[02:25.359](All of me)
[02:26.796]I owe them all and know it (All of me)
[02:30.009]Uh, for the mob, you know I give n*ggas the shirt off my back
[02:34.214]Somethin' happen to one of my n*ggas, I'll be the first to attack
[02:37.480]Air out your corner, if I miss, then we circlin' back (Brrt)
[02:40.510]Funeral lines, Cadillacs with the hearses to match (Hearses to match)
[02:44.637]Huh, I rep my n*ggas every verse that I rap
[02:46.805]Violate, the shots disperse from this MAC (May Block, n*gga)
[02:49.940]I gave my hood (All of me, you know what's up)
[02:52.709]I gave my whole hood (All of me)
[02:55.609]That's a fact, n*gga