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Everything I Got Video (MV)




Performed By: Sunshine Rob
Language: English
Length: 3:13
Written by: SUNSHINE ROB




Sunshine Rob - Everything I Got Lyrics




Put my life in my muthaf*ckin' hand
Last night, was a boy then I grew into man
If I wanna sit on top then I gotta understand
If I wanna get supply then I gotta be demand

Business man, I did it all
My personnel is personal
Hire friends, even God is on
We shut it down, I got the power for it
Try to flex, I'm reachin' for it
Malcolm X, got a heater on em
Dead to wake, can't see the mourning
Got verses and no opponents
Want smoke, we not chokin'
So loud, we out spoken
Clown niggas, I'm not jokin'
I'll shoot him up like he overdosin'
Sick wit it, that diagnosis
Kill the game, I got motive
Send the plague, I got locusts
I came up how you not notice

All a nigga got, shit, all a nigga had
Pennies in a sock, to puttin' money in the bag
Started with the rock then I put it in a rap
Then we set up shop and put my niggas on staff

Had to fill my pockets to get out the hood
Did it for the family now we in the woods
Don't care bout whitey cause a nigga good
Everyday's a party like it f*ckin' should
Actin' up, we clappin' up
My first shot, back it up
I run this, won't pass it up
I'll f*ck it up like we shacking up
Seen it all, nigga trust
Dont Talk to me like he ain't black enough
Put spark on em, zapped up
I racked up

All a nigga got, shit, all a nigga had
Pennies in a sock, to puttin' money in the bag
Started with the rock then I put it in a rap
Then we set up shop and put my niggas on staff

Got real estate like Jehovah
Drive home, to the pearly gates in a toga
Thick heaven bitch, with skin, like mocha
Pouring out the 5th, load the clip, and I woke up
I'm seeing life in my rearview
Not talking money then my nigga I don't hear you
And I'm f*ckin' weird, overheads like a hairdo
Sitting in my chair, I'm the heir, let me tell you

Everything I got, I put everything I had
Pennies in the sock, puttin' money in the bag
Got up off the block, and I got up off my ass
Got a lil rock for these niggas in the trap
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Put my life in my muthaf*ckin' hand
Last night, was a boy then I grew into man
If I wanna sit on top then I gotta understand
If I wanna get supply then I gotta be demand

Business man, I did it all
My personnel is personal
Hire friends, even God is on
We shut it down, I got the power for it
Try to flex, I'm reachin' for it
Malcolm X, got a heater on em
Dead to wake, can't see the mourning
Got verses and no opponents
Want smoke, we not chokin'
So loud, we out spoken
Clown niggas, I'm not jokin'
I'll shoot him up like he overdosin'
Sick wit it, that diagnosis
Kill the game, I got motive
Send the plague, I got locusts
I came up how you not notice

All a nigga got, shit, all a nigga had
Pennies in a sock, to puttin' money in the bag
Started with the rock then I put it in a rap
Then we set up shop and put my niggas on staff

Had to fill my pockets to get out the hood
Did it for the family now we in the woods
Don't care bout whitey cause a nigga good
Everyday's a party like it f*ckin' should
Actin' up, we clappin' up
My first shot, back it up
I run this, won't pass it up
I'll f*ck it up like we shacking up
Seen it all, nigga trust
Dont Talk to me like he ain't black enough
Put spark on em, zapped up
I racked up

All a nigga got, shit, all a nigga had
Pennies in a sock, to puttin' money in the bag
Started with the rock then I put it in a rap
Then we set up shop and put my niggas on staff

Got real estate like Jehovah
Drive home, to the pearly gates in a toga
Thick heaven bitch, with skin, like mocha
Pouring out the 5th, load the clip, and I woke up
I'm seeing life in my rearview
Not talking money then my nigga I don't hear you
And I'm f*ckin' weird, overheads like a hairdo
Sitting in my chair, I'm the heir, let me tell you

Everything I got, I put everything I had
Pennies in the sock, puttin' money in the bag
Got up off the block, and I got up off my ass
Got a lil rock for these niggas in the trap
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Writer: SUNSHINE ROB
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