All Love

[Verse]

(Y'all sure y'all wanna do this)

Here's your reminder that there are

Brackets

Different levels to all of this rap shit

Y'all better be ready for action

Cause all of my hits leaving y'all on

The mattress

I'm ready to feel like i'm scrapping

If you want smoke than we can

Start hashing

I just pray the Lord forgives me

Putting my brothers in a casket

I'm ready for war if you want it

I'm spitting venom for sure Man I'm

Hunting

I got my target secured no running

About to be torture you've entered

The dungeon

Let's talk about weapons you're

Claiming you clutching

Talk about cases you leaving in

Stomachs

Y'all boys so fake and flashy need

Attention shit y’all love it (Ha!)

Only time you steal a track is

Getting chased out of the City Blue

Y'all talking murder cases knowing

Y'all some petty criminals

I'll fuck around and finish you rip

You out the kiddie pool

Grip you up like "What you finna

Do?"

I'm a rabbit the way i'm tricking

Fools

I'm 'bout to get vicious

Y'all know what the deal is

There's no competition

Them niggas went missing

They saying I killed 'em

Don't waste time on a beef

But I cook

'em like chicken

Now seeing y'all bitching

Been seeing y'all dip

Y'all always stay flinching

I'm going to hard

Might just ruin this friendship

I'm standing my ground

This one y'all will regret

Y'all are fucked 'bout as close as

You virgins will get

Zo please help your mans and take

Sadir up to a microphone

Your mans is off the beat and ass

Recording off his voice memos (Hey

Siri)

And sorry bout Tee'Ahra I hope that

I don't hurt y'all pride

Knowing if she do leave Kieth y'all

Still just 3rd and 4th in line

And best believe i rock my jersey

Swell that's not a diss that's facts

And say something "bout Mari

Nigga you out here still chasing

Freshman

Biting off of X shit man the baker

Sounding stale and bored

And you're reply like o playing ball

Shit was a mile short(Air ball)

When I record and publish y'all be

Hiding from the public

Tryna' duck go ahead and run

Got punches ripping through your

Lungs

If i go bar for bar with this knock off

Version of K.Lamar

Or Sakrazy with lazy bars

I'm King bro what the fuck you

Thought

Bitch this is my job i don't do this

Shit for play bro

Y'all soft looking like Play-Doh

Let's act like i'm not our savior

I brought Angels to your halos I'm

Sorry i have to do this

But my cannibus will rot your brain

1st round K.O(Over)

(Ha I told y'all y'all ain't want no

Smoke with me

Y'all funeral

But hey its all love tho)