Deante’ Hitchcock – All My Children

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Deante’ Hitchcock – All My Children lyrics

That shit feel crazy
Okay, okay, yeah
Shout out the guy, right here
It’s tight, homie
For real
Ayy, ayy

Gettin’ here cost me a lot but this feeling is priceless
Don’t know how much life I got left but I’m livin’ it righteous
Plenty nights I spent just tryna get a grip on my vices
Knowin’ even Stevie Wonder seen a few M’s in his life, it’s
A couple things I still gotta figure out
Word to 2 Chainz, I spent a big amount
Of all my spare time registerin’ with changes, I made to deal with doubts
But when you on a different path, you gotta take a different route
I know my destination, amazing graces
Gracious for the fact I’m in spaces where God’s playin’ favorites
Maybe it’s my lack of discernment hurtin’ my transformation
Why in the fuck would I worry though like I ain’t the greatest?
Whole team standin’ in the green
This shit look like we been been mowin’ lawns
Court side at Staples, you would think that we know Lebron
At war with the stars, in here feelin’ like Obi Wan, for real
Went from dancin’ at them shows with Rami and Terrence
To my music blaring ‘cross the world
You can put us side by side but there’s no comparing
Y’all just not as good
I mean, I’m new to fatherhood but that shit been apparent
Okay, that boy got it, for real
Remember nights we couldn’t eat, now we got a few mil’
No filler on the album, cue up, how does it feel?
They tryna find my Achilles, I want that house on the hill
I want it all
Shit, they want the old me
Shit is funny ’cause niggas don’t even know me
Bein’ real, I was scared to put this out lowkey
‘Til a nigga who ain’t had hoes tried to ho me
He told me y’all wouldn’t want an album full of love songs
Why? When it’s somethin’ everybody feel
And I’d much rather talk ’bout how I love these hoes then to spend a whole album tryna tell you that I’m real
So I ain’t gangsta as a Gucci or Thugga, boy
That Drac’ on me though Certified Lover Boy
Ants can’t tell bees how to make no honey
So a broke nigga can’t tell me how to make no money
How I’m not gon’ make love songs with a bitch this bad?
How hatin’ not gon’ fuel me up when this shit is gas, shawty?
If I said that I ain’t care I’d be lyin’
But how somebody with no heart mad ’cause I’m bearin’ mine?
So, fuck you to the people who just couldn’t see it
And fuck me for the moments when I was here agreein’
Imposter syndrome just a part of bein’ genius
I’m so fire sometimes, I can’t even believe it
Seein’ this shit from the other side
How folks brown nose for the green, make me wish I was color blind
I got signed and my mother cried like my brother died
Livin’ out my dreams and I ain’t even close my eyes
Don’t rush this shit, nigga, trust this shit, motherfuck a risk

Done lolli gaggin’, I popped without all the sucka shit
Even though this game high stakes, I can’t get enough of it
That’s why I do a job well done, no matter how tough it get
Your wildest dream, just another check on my bucket list
Live your life, my nigga, you can’t be scared to
I got some partners who died that never got the chance
And know some others who still livin’ that’s dead too
I picked up a pencil, look where it led me
Out here breakin’ records like I’m Greg Street
Knew when I started, back when my hair was parted up like the Red Sea
With the words I was gon’ excel, fuck a spread sheet
I can’t do no 9 to 5, niggas ain’t payin’
Enough to feed my soul, I ain’t playin’
Dropped out of school, boy, my family cued up them blank faces
But the only statements I care ’bout right now is bank statements
Life is just a stage, on which we make a wage
The actors underpaid, I mean, but hey, guess that’s just the price of fame
The director stay the same but over time the cast will change
So break a leg or you’ll get cast again, my nigga
‘Cause God just someone that I ain’t met yet
And a long life is just a death threat
So I’ma love, and fuck it, I’ma live
And I’ma give it all ’til it’s nothin’ left to give
Put that on my kid (Kid, kid, kid)

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