All I Love

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(Verse 1) 
I'm tired of panic and shutting off my phone 
And as of now all I got is homies and bitches callin 
So what's gon happen when Charlemagne Won't stop asking for an interview so he can catch me slipping while he press record 

How I'm gon enjoy comin up when I'm fixed on the fall 
I'm on the cusp of my summer dressin for winter ball 
How I'm go resist the urge to take the camera man's recorder and go cousins on it, till it can't record no more 

Word to earl, I don't like shit, I don't go outside 
That's why these lights and this glamour glarin a nigga blind 
That's why I don't be in the club, I chill with homies and if we happen to go to a show then maybe that be fine 

But nah, I chose to grab the mic and spill my shit 
It got me wishin now that God didn't gift me to spit 
My place in life got me thinking if I get bigger, I'll Ruin it all myself by pussin out, either that or I quit 

(Hook) 
While you stand there lookin at me 
Like I ain't got anything good inside 
But when you look deeper, deeper, deeper, deeper 
Then you'll know the surface doesn't lie 

While you sit there, judge and jury 
The executioner is safe inside 
And he's lookin deeper, deeper, deeper, deeper 
And he knows all secrets and every lie 

This is all I love 
(I just gotta get outta my own damn way) 
This is all I love 
(Step onto the stage and don't be afraid) 
This all I love 
(I owe it to my friends and my family) 
This is all I love 
(Step into the light, it'll be okay) 

This is all I love 
(I just gotta get outta my own damn way) 
This is all I love 
(Step onto the stage and don't be afraid) 
This all I love 
(I owe it to my friends and my family) 
This is all I love 
(Step into the light, it'll be okay) 

(Verse 2) 
When all your eggs in one basket, that's when you hold it tight 
I hold it hard as this pen when my raps ain't comin right 
Cause without the music, i ain't shit, but with it still I'm just another nigga lookin for his 15 seconds right? 

But f*ck the seconds of fame, I want my 40 acres 
My pathway to surrender got booby traps and lasers 
And when I say that I don't mean the pressure panels flippin switches I mean I'll intentioned broads like im watchin brazzers 

But on some real shit, if I ain't rappin, I'm lost 
The yellow brick roads really gold, and now I see the cost 
Of stepping all over this precious metal thinkin I'm goin to meet the wizard but the curtains holds an industry boss 

I should be mad at myself for expecting something else 
But this is all I love, I don't want nothin else 
So Imma swallow my pride and take this L 
Cause Torrentiiia don't mean shit unless his records sell

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