All Night

Up all night, up all day
 Up all night, up all day
 See some of us trying to get paid
 Up all night, up all day
 See some of us trying to get paid
 I had to keep from going under, like Stevie I Wonder
 Thinking hard, running out of places to lay my head got me drinking hard liquor
 Still a go killer, should I rely on my skills?
 In the mist of poverty it must be the straight up get to an ending peal off
 Recognizing the drama offense of living in my life
 Got to go get it and come back with it until it's prison in my life
 Born struggling, a nigga acheived his bubbling
 The fact that I can't get no job can't do nothing but rub it in
 Twenty years old, I was screaming I would reach twenty-five
 Now twenty-four and still no dough, I started struggle and strive
 I was a Bridgemont hardhead, yellow and purple repper
 And never let another nigga check us, nigga that was low yet
 Use to live with Z-Ro all in your deck
 But back in 1995 I would of been all in your chest
 With a pistol grip punk, giving up for you gone die tonight
 Since I'm going through the bitch that more for the night
 Come off the ice
 Up all night, up all day
 See some of us trying to get paid
 Up all night, up all day
 See some of us trying to get paid
 Up all night, up all day
 See some of us trying to get paid
 Up all night, up all day
 See some of us trying to get paid
 Back in the doghouse, the love I give nigga my cellmate said
 You reach your freedom when you die but if you rapping single bread
 Already knowing I'm throwed when my pen is pimping
 Having visions of me in a V-12 motor corners my Benz bending
 Straight down to the T, I'd have a trouble to be with me
 I promise I'll do it right this time, wait 'til the G gets free
 If I could make the jailhouse all of that Mo-Town live
 When I ain't T.W. to the free the rap game is mine soon as I get signed off
 Lock, a thug nigga fresh out the jailhouse
 Still addicted to hustling, attempted to pull my steel out
 Show me the money, I'm gon' show what you need
 Half a ticket and a half-a-gallon and a quarter ounce of weed
 I'm your mama, I'm your daddy, I'm that nigga in the alley
 That when I go straight, but the prices be so cheap in the valley
 I had to keep my mind right and keep my rhymes tight
 Praying to god I wouldn't lose my freedom or my life before the limelight
 Up all night, up all day
 See some of us trying to get paid
 Up all night, up all day
 See some of us trying to get paid
 Up all night, up all day
 See some of us trying to get paid
 Up all night, up all day
 See some of us trying to get paid
 Motherfucking all night, I put the heat to the dro, pass the lighter
 Hitting stage 'til my vision gets brighter
 Remember poverty, it ain't a part of the plan
 'Cause while I'm on the corner hustling with work in my hand
 Like a super star selling rocks, because the stage becomes a block
 But my plot is put my trust up in my glock
 Z-Ro the ghetto rap star versus the world, which I lose
 Even though I'm still paying dues, I'm still the last man standing
 With a mad cannon ready to bust
 Look how I did after I left that nigga dead in the dust
 'Cause I'ma ride when it's time to ride strictly for cash
 I'm doing bad so I'm leaning on a beam and a mask
 A Mo-City nigga, we don't know how to show pity, nigga
 Sold up your block and take over your whole city, nigga
 Me and Skinny Garaw, we at your front door
 Aggravated 'cause it's tough on the pole
 Up all night, up all day
 See some of us trying to get paid
 Up all night, up all day
 See some of us trying to get paid
 Up all night, up all day
 See some of us trying to get paid
 Up all night, up all day
 See some of us trying to get paid
 Just tryna get paid
 Oh yeah
 Up all night, up all day
 Tryna get paid
 Up all night, up all day
 Tryna get paid
 Up all night
 Up all night, up all day
 Crack up that you'll play out