All She Wrote

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Kasinova Tha Don, T.I

2face Mixtape

Let's get it

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[Chorus]

Now I don’t really care what you call me

Just as long as you don't call me broke

I bet they knew as soon as they saw me

Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote

Streets like cold Chicago (Yeah)

Ain't nothin' new, I seen it all before

But still, I ball like no tomorrow

Goodnight, it’s over with, that's all she wrote

All she wrote, all she wrote

I said, it’s over with, that's all she wrote

All she wrote, all she wrote

Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote

[Verse 1]

It was 1987, mama pushed me out her pussy

Screaming "Hurry!" who would have pictured Kasinova getting these niggas burried

I'm a lost soul looking for God, when I die

Convicted felon what they yelling when I'm trynna get by

I'm feeling hopeless, losing focus when I'm looking for jobs

My felony became a burden now I swallow my pride

They used to tell me I was cursed with this voice inside

I wouldn't trip though, I hit the mic and let my shit flow

Blowing niggas off the fucking macs with raw raps

Leaving these niggas thinking Makaveli had came back

With fully loaded ammunition, bustin' on contact

Causing the holocaust, they should have known that we all strapped

Uh, Whoever tried to stop me;

I let my shotty body any one of you pocket pussies, don't try to cop me (now)

Give me the meaning, and when I got the streets feindin'

Your life is over so keep dreaming, I'm still scheming

[Chorus]

Now I don’t really care what you call me

Just as long as you don't call me broke

I bet they knew as soon as they saw me

Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote

Streets like cold Chicago

Ain't nothin' new, I seen it all before

But still, I ball like no tomorrow

Goodnight, it’s over with, that's all she wrote

All she wrote, all she wrote

I said, it’s over with, that's all she wrote

All she wrote, all she wrote

Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote

[Verse 2]

It's stupid how I go in

Knowin' everybody knowin' that I’m sewin' up the game

Destroyin' like they hate me for it

Eventually, see they can't beat and then with me, they join

Others sworn under oath or banished, left completely scorned

You tell lies, get cut, nigga, kick rocks

You never did blend in with the big shots

On the fast track, ain't no need for no pit stops

I just laugh at, nigga wishin' they were this hot

Guess they mad at me, huh? Really pissed off

Better that than pissed on

I’m the Jetsons, you the Flintstones

Catch me in the end zone, high-steppin', Prime Time

Thought you niggas been known, ain't no blockin' my shine

Like my new Air Yeezys, you can see me in the nighttime

I get rich off livin' life, you check to check, recitin' rhymes

So call me what you want, wanna hate? Have a nice time

While I get stupid paper, hey, my dough ain't in its right mind

[Chorus]

Now I don’t really care what you call me

Just as long as you don't call me broke

I bet they knew as soon as they saw me

Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote

Streets like cold Chicago

Ain't nothin' new, I seen it all before

But still, I ball like no tomorrow

Goodnight, it’s over with, that's all she wrote

All she wrote, all she wrote

I said, it’s over with, that's all she wrote

All she wrote, all she wrote

Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote

[Verse 3]

You rolling with the boss, baby

Cut the dreads so now I'm feeling wavy

I'm counting bread in my black Mercedes

Can you dig it? I'm getting twisted while I'm changing digits

Lord is my witness, making visions for my people living

A cheap slut, with deep cuts, I bust guts

I roll up with sick fucks, with mo' nuts

You wanna understand the world that we living in

Reunited, banging these bitches and Caribbeans

La Di Da Di, who wanna party with a rap star?

It's not a gimmick, there's no limit on my black car

Blame it on mama while I cash out

When were were broken down the landlords put her ass out

Hey

[Chorus]

Now I don’t really care what you call me

Just as long as you don't call me broke

I bet they knew as soon as they saw me

Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote

Streets like cold Chicago

Ain't nothin' new, I seen it all before

But still, I ball like no tomorrow

Goodnight, it’s over with, that's all she wrote

[Verse 3]

The credit roll, the curtain close, the movie over with (that's it)

But don’t get mad at me, go blame the chick who wrote this shit (nope)

Yeah, life is sure a bitch (bitch), but she know I’m rich (I'm rich)

That why she give me what I want and I just throw her dick

Here I go again, I kick this shit, give a damn, got it pourin' in

Pesos, Euros, Yen, ah-ha, I’m paid, never gon' be broke again

See me posted in anything, wearin' any chain

Never gon' see me totin' anything, all you gon' see is bang

It's so nice where I kick it, hate you never get to visit

Yeah, I’m on another level, but you niggas still can't get it

It's all over ‘fore you finish–sorry, bro, this where we end it