Текст песни All My Life - Berk the Turk

All ma life
All ma life
Tryna find the shade
Under lights
I'm lucky
Game did me nice
Let me roll the dice
Not just once but twice
Me I'm winning
They be on the side
Tryna cut they slice
But I'm the one who bites
Huge motherfucker
Taller heights
Hunger strikes
Never bowled
But back to back
Three times
Pulled a turkey
Winner rhymes
In the same
State of mind
But when this blind
Child cries
Tears falling down and
Eyes getting dried
Cuz I'm the dumb motherfucker
Losing while I grind
Lookin at the people on my side
I don't get it why I'm not just
By they side
Maybe this time
Sipping wine
Talk about a different future
Which we gon intertwine
Homie we be fine
Flyer than the motherfucker mountain
Baby ride the wind
In the seas
While I ride the tide
Overseas hitting
Different zone
Different time
Different flag
Better flow
Better rhymes
All ma life
All ma life
I been better payed attention
Since the credit card declined
Empty pockets in ma thighs
Vest on ma chest
Cuz they aim the mind
Which I don't mind
Keeping shit safe which gon help me
Better to find ma guide
Pullin back from what
Divided me into divine
I'm telling
I'll be super fine
Riding in ma city
We not stopping to the signs
Not just buckets
Finding dimes
To ma open homies
On the rise
We cut the ribbon first
And then mob the ties
Shit is real on the floor
Not just ketchup Heinz
I never really understand
All this motherfucking
Catch up lines
They be tryna compromise
They the opps
Other side
They did sometimes
Undermine
What did really made me drive
What did really made me climb
What did really made me try
What did really made me fly
In to the skies
Man
In to the skies

All my life
All my life
I've been grinding all my life
Not your favorite type of hustle
But the kind that'll invite the past future
The present as an action of a mind
Like... right
Posing questions on a daily basis
Opposing different minds as a fucking hobby
Getting high from the moment
Yeah I'm that basic
In to the skies
Sipping lil wine
Preaching the god
Dionysus I love you man
I'm inclined shit
Born to be tested
Opposed to press
The city is 34
Home of the best
Can't applaud I'm holding the mic
I'm screaming my chest out for
The listener I'm hoping the best
Face first living
Call it a motto
A brave person
In the head
Had a lot on my plate
Since birth
Still got more
Complaints don't fade
Shits inscribed
According to fate
Painting this picture is a given
By our late fathers
And blatantly vague reasons. Yeah
All my life
All my life
I've been grinding all my life
Not your favorite type of rap
In this but the kid is ignited
The light is bright shining
For this kid I know
Havenous flow in I talk
No reason to hate it
Debate the rapability
Pacing is different
Apparently
The base hits harder when Turq. does it
He needs no praise does he
Basic with the rhymes that I write
And the days that I lie to myself in the face are away
Shit is not to be missed