paroles de chanson All Night - Slowed - Z-RO

Up all night, up all day
Up all night, up all day
Losin' sleep just to try and get paid
Up all night, up all day
Losin' 'cause I'm tryna 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
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
Struggling, a nigga acheived his bubbling
The fact that I can't get no job can't do nothing but rub it in
20 years old, I was screaming I would reach 25
Now 24 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
Losin' sleep just to try and get paid
Up all night, up all day
Losin' sleep just to try and get paid
Up all night, up all day
Losin' sleep just to try and get paid
Up all night, up all day
Losin' sleep just to try and get paid

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
Strip down to the T I'd have a to the beat with me
I promise I'll do it right this time wait till the g get free
Make the jail house 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 jail house
Still addicted to hustling attempted to pull my steel out
Show me the money, I'm gone show what you need
Half a ticket and a half-a-gallon and a quarter ounce of weed
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 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
Losin' sleep just to try and get paid
Up all night, up all day
Losin' sleep just to try and get paid
Up all night, up all day
Losin' sleep just to try and get paid

Motherfucking all night, I put the heat to the dro, pass the lighter
Hitting stage till my vision gets brighter
Remember poverty, it ain't a part of the plan
That's why I'm on the corner hustling with work in my hand
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 versus the world but could 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
Losin' sleep just to try and get paid
Up all night, up all day
Losin' sleep just to try and get paid
Up all night, up all day
Losin' sleep just to try and get paid
Up all night, up all day
Losin' sleep just to try and get paid