Every Thing's Every Thing

Coulda had it all, but I ain't listen
Coulda had Dior, but I hate Christians
What's the point of anything anyway
If you can get it and lose it all the same day

This the shit they don't talk about
This what made Unk go and walk it out
Too much stress at a young age
Them boys totin techs without a gun range

Shit, I don't judge
I know we all lose without love
From a mother or a sister
Or a brother or a mister

Family ties
Niggas just getting raised by some Family Guys
On they mob shit
Niggas right under ya nose, check ya top lip

Niggas is sheisty
Turn snitch just to fuck ya wifey
Give you lemons, then sip ya iced tea

Shit is so tragic
I can't stand it
This life I live, it ain't romantic

Fuck the romance
Don't listen to slow jams
Don't want no chance
Gimme the pole dance

She gon do it, cause I'm that guy
Mighta blew it, cause she not fly
Still make it rain or whatever
Hit no Jimmy, like weekday weavah

Remain sane to maintain
Whether it's big pain or big fame
Errythang is errythang

KK, not again
Yea



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Writer(s): Mark Pierre
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