Propr Lee - All on Me (feat. Toccara) Lyrics

Yea
Yea
And it's all on me yea yea (Ah yea)
On me yea yea (Ah yea)
And it's all on me
And it's all on me
And it's all on
Me
Whip it, working like a f*cking slave (Work)
I done finish school now I'm getting paid
I done finished school, I done graduated (Work)
Jumped inside of music now I'm saturated
Shit, nigga like me had to make it
Sleeping on the kid like you hibernating
The man had that whole plan orchestrated
Just knew where I was going like my navigation
And I swear that it was all me
Rocked Baltimore now it's Palm Beach
Hustle to my knuckle like I'm suppose to
Master of the craft with the Pro Tools
And I swear I push the meter
Hit it full throttle 'til you see him in a coliseum
Probably think it all came quick
But if you know Propr it's the same shit
Oh yea yea yea (Yea)
Oh yea yea yea
And it's all on me (On me)
And it's all on me (On me)
Oh yea yea yea (Ah yea)
Oh yea yea yea
And it's all on me (On me)
On me (On me)
On me (On me)
One me
And it's all on
Yea, me
F*ck 'em, I don't even want to talk
Boy I study game, got the board and chalk
Listening to your raps, my niggas nod off
And I be f*cking banging like a sawed off
Struggle though, saw it all
Smoking easy the pain like a Tylenol
Came from the city where I grew up
If you say you gon' do it
Then you do it right or not at all
And I swear I miss my brother
He been missing 'cause he fell in love with liquor and he can't recover
I don't need your comfort, I just need to make it
Need to meet a queen like Anita Baker
Need to build a house in the south of Jamaica
My mama want some acres, I'm a make payment
Shout out to my brethren as-salamu alaikum
Balling like the Lakers and this shits a lay up
Oh yea yea yea (Yea)
Oh yea yea yea
And it's all on me (On me)
And it's all on me (On me)
Oh yea yea yea (Ah yea)
Oh yea yea yea
And its all on me (On me)
On me (On me)
On me (On me)
One me
And it's all on
Me
But uh, guess that's what I ask for
More cash and some stamps on my passport
Came a long way from rapping on that back porch
Real as f*ck, turn my heart into a glass door
Ambition in my arteries
Got to get it 'cause I don't trust the lottery
My philosophy stack it like monopoly
You can ask my father, I done work my way from poverty
So I be tryna get it ain't no busta shit
Troll locking up niggas for the f*ck of it (F*ck)
Keep my thoughts sharp I could cut a nerve
And I don't keep a lot of friends, I ain't Zuckerberg
Sucker ass niggas always tryna leach
Cut 'em off like a coach they ain't make the team
I can make it real outta make believe
I can guarantee what they can't achieve
Oh yea yea yea (Yea)
Oh yea yea yea
And it's all on me (On me)
And it's all on me (On me)
Oh yea yea yea (Ah yea)
Oh yea yea yea
And it's all on me (On me)
On me (On me)
On me (On me)
One me
And it's all on
And it's all on
And it's all on me (On me)
On me (On me)
On me (On me)
On me (On me)
Oh yea yea yea, (Ah yea)
Oh yea yea yea
And it's all on me
And it's all on me
And it's all on
And it's all on
And it's all on me
And it's all on me