Video All In de Ag Producer 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Ag Producer - All In Lyrics

Kamikaze in this bitch i might jus self destruct
Losing ma niggas through all the
Action hollow tips duck
Shots are Flying alladin  surpassing who asking
Im gaining this traction
Smoking
Any nigga call it subtraction
Told ma mama I made it
Yk i had to say it
Bent the game outta shape jus so i could save it
Confiscate it
Recreate it
Niggas can't take
Im facin These drugs while creating
Doing favors making crators in your head wit krabers for this paper
Catch fade not talkin taper
Send your spirit to the mediator
Requesting a body scraper
Send yo ass back to yo maker
Hater
Take a break
Tired of niggas tryna play cool when they all fake
Just to make sure i put a holе In his god dam face
Left a Nigga parapelic wit  mеtal plates
Jus like ma nigha Rocco from way back in the day
I guess he was real in physical way
Nigga trifling with the hollow tips i make it spray
Taking time to perfect it  not fucking minute maid
I get lonely but the Vicodin is here to stay
The pain I expose
Yeathey dont kno what to say
Jus wanna to let u know
Im losing my brain
No  longer sane
A villian wit Evil intention coarsing thru my veins
Im sellin body parts for auction mentally talking subconciously sobbin
I shouldn't b causin havoc so often
U ever invested and put your all in
Chasing the prize till u crawling
Beating yourself up till ur fucking bawling
Yea thats what i thought
Not a single idea bout the battles i don fought
You say a lot but amount to nothing like dirty cop
U think u runnin shit behind the scenes im making calls
Im going to the top
Competition declining
Im wyling
Niggas been pussy
Yea im on ma own island
Makin money gotta feed mine
Im trying
100 meter dash in this bitch im striding
U showed me the light now its time to shine
No foreshadow u wack hoe an ass ho
In the flesh sneak into yo bitches crest
She say she fuck wit a god
Ha now she feelin bless
I get a play, and I’m stacking, this shit is a fucking habit
I’ll touch a million before I’m thirty, bet I’ll make shit happen
Brought my bitch a Benz, if she want it she can have it
Ian gotta flex like Ian out here, niggas living lavish
Niggas want the fame and a chance to try and grab it
What about them niggas that grinded so they can make shit happen
I’m tryna grind and I’m going hard so I can make it pass em
No competition, it’s jus business, I been money stacking
Been running the game, I’m up next and Ian forcing shit
Jus give me the ball, ima shoot, on my mike Jordan shit
Sipping on codeine, pour it up it’s fucking up my system
Tryna solve all my problems, but these pills they ain’t solving shit
Keep my grass cut so them snakes will never catch me slipping
Up the pole and blast him back if he try to catch me slipping
If he tryna run, ima hawk em down, cause I handle business
Gotta keep one in the head, I’ll blow him back and off the witness
Never wanted the fame, all I wanted was change
Got my niggas out the mud, used to trap in the rain
Touched a bag and changed my style, now I shop anyday
Do this shit for all my niggas that are down in the grave
I got nothing 2 lose, but they know I’m self made
Went from working 9 to 5 and now I’m going backstage
Onna come up from the trenches, show my mama I made it
Went from rapping in the basement, now I’m rapping on stage