Testo All to you Blade Icewood

All to you

I want to give it all to you.
Dedicating this one to the streets. Detroit. Nigga gotta hustle westside, eastside, southwest. Whatever way you gotta do it, but stay low, out the way.

Verse 1:
Another day, another dollar I make, another risk I take dodgin haters in the Jacob. Mama tell me to keep my head up I gotta get my bread up, who would've knew I had to give my legs up. Sittin up in a wheelchair preachin like son be glad that your still here, still where?
Its feeling like a part of me gone, Ill be glad when my brother get home. Cause life is life you live and die, I guess thats why everyday I get high, got a wife now, two kids in my life, Feds tryin to dict because of my mobish lifestyle. My pops like dog just pipe down, same day I took the Benz filled the trunk with sounds then I took a lil trip fill the trunk with pounds, If my dead homie Mike he could see me now.

Chorus:
I remember being broke without a dime, I wanna give it all to you. Nigga didnt wanna fuck with me you know what Im saying, Now a nigga got cheese, phone wont stop ringing, hoes wont stop hollerin.
I wanna give it all to you
Its crazy how we on top.
I wanna give it all to you

Top all my homies caught in the streets, I dont blame ya dog do what you do to eat. New kicks on ya feet, need clothes on ya back, got a 9 in your pocket, you dont know how to act cause you never had nothing a product of the slums, now you got funds, now life seems fun. Dawg pump ya breaks watch for snakes fake niggas aint far dawg they right in your face. They riding in the car blowin ganz wit ya, you think he your man he just waitin to get ya, he'll steal ya custos steal ya hustle, soon as you go down he aint nowhere to be found. Sounds crazy and i aint tryin to preach, but the heat is on thats why I keep the chrome and they'll never get another chance to take me out and nigga next time you better take me out.

Chorus

Litte blade need a new bike, his mama need new ice thats why I hustle all day all night. I decided mine, Keep my eye on the grind thats why I stay with the grind. So stay outta mine or get sprayed with the 9. And this my life dawg and I aint braggin, maggin stashin? chrysler wagon.
I heard they put a tag on my head tag on my head, well get ya money back dawg I aint dead I aint broke, matter fact a lil bit richer, when I was young I learned to look at the bigger picture, see snitches go to hell rich niggas just want bail and my niggas upstate just wanna get out of jail. And to you bitch ass niggas that shot me up dawg...
I wanna give it all to you

You know I remember drivin up the freeway with my brother droppin him off at the fair joint, you know what Im sayin, Like dawg I got you. two weeks later dude he callin me from the hospital.
Dawg you still alive nigga, fuck the bullshit
Yeah dawg but barely breathing
Its like a time to remember ya know what Im saying, I remember going through rehab with my headphones on like I cant wait to walk again I cant wait to walk again. You know now Im back up on my feet
( I want to give it all to you)
Aint shit changed, I aint missed nothing