All Star Team Songtext
von Babyface Ray

I just need my space right now

I′m a all-star team, far from a rookie
Look, we graveyard shiftin', I don′t rock, nigga, fuck it
Mr. Rock a Plain Jane, but the Audemars stompin'
I was always taught, boy, you better shoot if you gon' up it

Fella doused in Chanel, finna blow a bag
You can′t be like me if you ain′t never worked the scale
I'm a couple houses down, I′m just waitin' on the mail
I′ll break his bitches, front row, still yellin'

Ayy, this Tom Ford, I done bossed up a Pelle
I′m God's son, but it's Demons on the Chally
Niggas think it′s sweet ′til they stinkin' in that alley
Yeah, finna boot up, ten pink like a 50

Spent a whole ten, bust some sneakers outta Ricky
They let ′em play tough 'til it′s time to do a mission
I ain't tryna kick it, I don′t wanna talk
80-inch flatscreens mounted in the loft


Forty on a necklace, that's just how I thank God
And my young nigga chasin' down Tayshaun
She thirsty, got her playin′ with it on FaceTime
I′m standin' on the couch, smokin′, throwin' gang signs

The vision gettin′ clearer, in a different light now
The Perkies for the trauma, it just numb the pain now
You was in the back, but you do your thing, huh?
You fuck bro couldn't fuck me, don′t feel ashamed, ma

I cut her off and made her settle for a lame guy
I flew her to an island, damn near pulled her braids out
He cookin' and he cookin' dope, out the same pot
In the trenches, I′m the same nigga, little fame now

The coupe so fast, you could dodge a raindrop
Nigga actin′ so bad, he done got his main robbed
Ayy, how you mad at me? We come from the same spot
Fuck 'em, I cut ′em down like I threw a spade out
All look fresh as hell like I got it laid out
First I went through hell, but I'm gettin′ paid now

Poured it out the seal, couldn't find a baby bottle
All my niggas trappin′, somethin' like my baby mommas
Yeah, I fuck up a check, I won't even think about it
Ayy, why you grindin′ hard? ′Cause a nigga hate the bottom