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propain - all i know lyrics

[intro: slim thug]
g&b
thugger
g&b

[verse 1: slim thug]
we used to stand on the corner bangin’ that ugk (ha)
if you see some fiends, don’t hesitate to send ’em my way (come on, mane)
i got a pocket full of stones (stones), diamonds against the wood
stay ridin’ dirty when i was flippin’ through my hood
back then me and my n+gga, z, was sellin’ that drank (sellin’ that drank)
we was sittin’ on gallons, four+hunnid of paint (yeah)
gettin’ bank on gulf bank, ridin’ drop down the ave (ave)
since i was a child i had dream of ridin’ slab (yeah)
wasn’t thinkin’ about bentleys, couldn’t see that far (nah)
sh+t, even in my dreams, i couldn’t see that car (see that far)
they say you aim for the moon, you might land in the stars (ha)
now look at me, i’m livin’ in the land of the stars (right)
rollies and audemars, mansions and penthouses
went back, bought my hood and made them all my rent houses (geah)
still servin’ and collectin’, went from trappin’ to rappin’
however it gotta get done, we gon’ make it happen

[chorus: propain]
yeah, i’m ridin’ to the finish line (straight up)
out here grindin’ ’til it’s dinner time (say what?)
jump fresh up out the water, n+gga (water), came from nothin’
stood up on my own two, we ain’t got it jumpin’, mane, it’s all that i know
all that i know
all that i know, one thousand ’til i fall
ridin’ on these f+ck n+ggas, f+ck ’em all, mane it’s all that i know (yeah, pro’)
[verse 2: propain]
dreams of throwin’ forgiatos on that rover truck (rover truck)
a thousand dollars like a million when you broke as f+ck (yeah)
my generation wild, n+gga, ain’t no hope for us
just peers and liquor all in our system, that’s the only escape ’til you could sober up
but that paper all that i need (uh)
in the mall stealin’ hats, sh+t, for majors all in my jinks (uh)
and if that alarm soundin’, my tazer’s all that they seen
f+ck twelve, i know it’s sad, g
if i went to school with that off brand, them them f+ck boys gon’ be laughin’ at me (laughin’ at me)
so now we fly, but that paper lookin’ like moon and stars (d+mn)
far away, went from polo shirts up to booster cars
chop shop, chop shop and our dollars up
so back then if you came outside and your sh+t was missin’, it was probably us
then the tables turned, fallin’ off, amal was slippin’, laws locked ’em up
then at the same time, got a phone call that them b+tch n+ggas done shot my bro
now the whole hood hot as f+ck, got them old heads hot at us
crash dummies ’bout to smash a wall, told my n+ggas, “mane, this sh+t not enough”
so reverse the verse, the same thousand ain’t sh+t when you tryna get the millions
propain made the brand, started from the bottom lookin’ at the ceilin’
and all my n+ggas grubbin’ with me (yeah), young legend in the f+ckin’ city (yeah)
seen it all, back to the wall, top down yellin’, “f+ck them all,” but i’m—

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