Schoolboy Q - All Lit lyrics
Schoolboy Q [Quincy Matthew Hanley] Wiesbaden, West Germany/South Central LA, CA, U.S. 🇩🇪 🇺🇸
[Schoolboy Q - All Lit lyrics]
I been thinking 'bout, it's too much
Money for me to make
Shit I'm thinking 'bout, it's too many
Homeless for me to plate
Shit I been thinking 'bout, my locs might
Get off they ass today
I been thinking 'bout, our kids need
Better grass to play
The shit I'm thinking 'bout
Might get us out, uh
We dying in them streets
We lying to the streets
We blinded by the streets
We cornered by the streets
No leaders in the streets that
Lead us to the streaks
The mark of the beasts
The same nigga leashed like, uh, uh
If I could get one of the homies to
Save the little money he gets, uh
We could be all lit
If I can tell the homies how we can
Build to a hundred off one percent, uh
We could be all lit
If I can get this phone call with
To free a few that shit'd convict, uh
We could be all lit
If I can get one of these white boys
That I play golf with, to
Hit my niggas with gifts, uh
We could be all lit
All lit, all lit, all lit, all
Lit, all lit, all lit, all lit
We can be all lit all lit
The most American I felt was
Taking all your shit
The most American I felt was
Six for them bricks
The most American I felt was, January 6th
The most American I felt was
Running down on your clique
The most American I felt was
Get up all your shit
The most American I felt was
Sentence for them bricks
The most American I felt was, January 6th
The most American I felt was
Running down on your clique, ow
Runnin' in on yo' shit
Takin' out all yo' clique
Movin' in on yo' shit
Takin' out all yo' clique
Movin' in on yo' shit
(The most American I felt was)
Takin' out all yo' clique
(The most American I felt was)
Runnin' in on yo' shit
(The most American I felt was)
Takin' out all yo' clique
Money for me to make
Shit I'm thinking 'bout, it's too many
Homeless for me to plate
Shit I been thinking 'bout, my locs might
Get off they ass today
I been thinking 'bout, our kids need
Better grass to play
The shit I'm thinking 'bout
Might get us out, uh
We dying in them streets
We lying to the streets
We blinded by the streets
We cornered by the streets
No leaders in the streets that
Lead us to the streaks
The mark of the beasts
The same nigga leashed like, uh, uh
If I could get one of the homies to
Save the little money he gets, uh
We could be all lit
If I can tell the homies how we can
Build to a hundred off one percent, uh
We could be all lit
If I can get this phone call with
To free a few that shit'd convict, uh
We could be all lit
If I can get one of these white boys
That I play golf with, to
Hit my niggas with gifts, uh
We could be all lit
All lit, all lit, all lit, all
Lit, all lit, all lit, all lit
We can be all lit all lit
The most American I felt was
Taking all your shit
The most American I felt was
Six for them bricks
The most American I felt was, January 6th
The most American I felt was
Running down on your clique
The most American I felt was
Get up all your shit
The most American I felt was
Sentence for them bricks
The most American I felt was, January 6th
The most American I felt was
Running down on your clique, ow
Runnin' in on yo' shit
Takin' out all yo' clique
Movin' in on yo' shit
Takin' out all yo' clique
Movin' in on yo' shit
(The most American I felt was)
Takin' out all yo' clique
(The most American I felt was)
Runnin' in on yo' shit
(The most American I felt was)
Takin' out all yo' clique