2 PISTOLS

2 PISTOLS - All I Know Feat. French Montana & Joell Ortiz lyrics

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[Chorus]

Woho, all I know is fast money and homicide

I see no way so I grind

Tell me what you would do if your life was just like mine

You would have found another way

But yeah you say we aren’t the same, but why, why?

Started at the bottom, no I ain’t got no worries

Gucci, Findi, Prada, that’s all my bitch wearing

I’m industry, you in the street, ain’t no comparing

My rolex got your bitch wet cause she keep on staring

I’m swagging on these bitches, stunting on these niggas

For all of part time, I’m pouring out the liquor

My brother locked down, and I can’t go visit

Convicted, felon, so al I can do is sent pictures

Hit the club and ball, me and my girls is dolls

We do it for real no fake instagram pics niggas like y’all

White diamonds no flaw, Lamborghini, no top

I’m riding with a, china doll, and she ain’t on no draws

[Chorus]

Woho, all I know is fast money and homicide

I see no way so I grind

Tell me what you would do if your life was just like mine

You would have found another way

But yeah you say we aren’t the same, but why, why?

You just gonna sit there and lie, act like this tough guy

Knowing you apple crumb pie, sat in the window cool

And you headshots to see us run by

Say mama they all get shooting, when I was at war, yet such a young guy

Too young to even be boozing, but every night I held my cup high

And slung the everything move

I was just like design my projects, get inside that letter box

Head inside that staircase, crack inside them yellow tops

The cops inside our bizness, sometimes they chilled and let us rock

Sometimes they on that picture, running through mud to try to get us knocked

What do you know about gemstar, sitting the slice in the dice

Weighting up shit then wipe, and all of the crumbs from all that triton

Going outside and risking everything, they coming upstairs and writing

I survived from luck of god, or maybe I’m lucky god just likely

[Chorus]

Woho, all I know is fast money and homicide

I see no way so I grind

Tell me what you would do if your life was just like mine

You would have found another way

But yeah you say we aren’t the same, but why, why?

I came from the colder, long marijuana

Platinum plaques off this rap shit, and now I’m shitting commas

Death before the sona, middle finger to your honor

Only god can judge me, head first in these streets

Body bag d peets, it’s blood money, your bitch was sliding in the new v

Shawty where does the fish? Told her call me 2 piece

She smiled and blew me a kiss

I’m balling bitch I’m balling, turn the lights off to see my wrist

Young boss in the city, my heart cold, no feelings

My money running like emmy, my money running like fog

My money running Chris Johnson, or something like Frank Gal

100 birds, 100 words, either way, I sell dope

Mad Max, niggas on the bad batch

Montana coke boys know we got the Anthrax

Coup white, shawty mean, long hair, ass fat

Dope boys, coke boys, hottest out

Put that on your last stat

Every shot clear block, that’s fact

Hit it then I slit it then I pass that

Fly and take cab back, balling new Ferrari with the glass back

Everything you fighting for, we had that

2 shots, fast nap

Shots are like my youthem, 2 doors, coup them

Bad bitches loot them, talk birds, we move them

Get the purp I’m used to, get the smoke I’m cali

Coke boys we styling, bad bitches smiling

[Chorus]

Woho, all I know is fast money and homicide

I see no way so I grind

Tell me what you would do if your life was just like mine

You would have found another way

But yeah you say we aren’t the same, but why, why?

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