Z-Ro, Reesa - All Night lyrics

Up all night, up all day
Up all night up all day
See some of us trying to get paid

I had to keep from going under
Like Stevie I Wonder thinking hard
Running out of places to lay my
Head got me drinking hard liquor
Still a go killer, should I rely on my skills
In the mist of poverty it must be the
Straight up get to an ending peal off
Recognizing the drama offense of
Living in my life
Got to go get it and come back with
It until it's prison in my life
Born struggling
A nigga acheived his bubbling
The fact that I can't get no job
Can't do nothing but rub it in 20 years old
I was screaming I would reach 25
Now 24 and still no dough
I started struggle and strive
I was a Bridgemont hardhead
Yellow and purple repper
And never let another nigga check us
Nigga that was low yet
Use to live with Z-Ro all in your deck
But back in 1995 I would of
Been all in your chest
With a pistol grip punk giving up
For you gone die tonight
Since I'm going through the bitch
That more for the night, come off the ice

Up all night day, up all day
See some of us trying to get paid

Back in the doghouse
The love I give nigga my cellmate said
You reach your freedom when you die
But if you rapping single bread
Already knowing I'm throwed when
My pen is pimping
Having visions of me in a V-12
Motor corners my benz bending
Straight down to the T I'd have a?
I promise I'll do it right this time
Wait till the g get free
If I could make the jail house
All of that Mo Town live
When I ain't TW to the free the rap game
Is mine soon as I get signed off
Lock, a thug nigga fresh out the jail house
Still addicted to hustling attempted to
Pull my steel out show me the money
I'm gone show what you need
Half a ticket and a half-a-gallon and
A quarter ounce of weed
I'm your mama I'm your daddy I'm
That nigga in the alley
That when I go straight
But the prices be so cheap in the valley
I had to keep my mind right
And keep my rhymes tight
Praying to god I wouldn't lose my freedom
Or my life before the limelight

Motherfucking all night, I put the
Heat to the dro, pass the lighter
Hitting stage till my vision gets brighter
Remember poverty, it ain't a part of the plan
Cause while I'm on the corner hustling
With work in my hand
Like a super star selling rocks
Because the stage becomes a block
But my plot is put my trust up in my Glock
Z-Ro the ghetto rap versus the
World but could I lose
But even though I'm still paying dues
I'm still the last man standing
With a mad cannon ready to bust
Look how I did after I left
That nigga dead in the dust
Cause, I'ma ride when it's time
To ride strictly for cash
I'm doing bad so I'm leaning on
A beam and a mask a Mo-City nigga
We don't know how to show pity nigga
Sold up your block and take
Over your whole city nigga
Me and Skinny Garaw, we at your front door
Aggravated cause it's tough on the pole