Lil Baby & G Herbo – All On Me Lyrics

All On Me

Lil Baby & G Herbo

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"All On Me." - Lil Baby & G Herbo

Thursday, 17 September 2026, 09:45 am

Album: The Leaks

Track No: 15

When you got so much on your mind that you can't sleep right
Run up 50 million, somehow still duckin' this street life
Set the hood on fire and they put cameras on our streetlight
Got a lean appetite, if I don't smoke, then I can't eat right
I'm a father, rappin', hustlin'-ass nigga, I live three lives
I'm a young black man, so to society, I got three strikes
I've been tryna change my life up, for real, but it don't seem right

Ay, heard the opps been poppin' out at clubs
Give brodie'nem the green light, they get flipped
Magic City-ass niggas, see 'em, they get stripped
Actin' like they with it, no, they ain't, I just don't get it
I try to put my foot in your shoes, but it just wouldn't fit
When you got Jewish lawyers worth seven figures, a charge won't stick
And anytime I feel uncomfortable, I'm uppin' my blick

Went to the White House, met the president for my niggas in the system
It's kind of crazy that we beefin', I got love for your sister
But I been somewhere countin' money up 'til my hand get a blister
And I've been thinkin' 'bout stealin' your heart, but I'm still iffy
And we been fuckin' from the start, but now this shit feel different
I know you tired of hearin' me talk, but, bae, I need you to listen
We started all this shit from nothin', look how I ran up them digits, yeah (whoo)

Plain clothes spillers (yeah)
From elementary to middle school, I'm with the same niggas
I'll never say nothin' sour about you 'cause I ain't bitter
I don't care if he got a billion of dollars, I'm still realer
We call X pills Skittles and Percocets Percs
This my last time tryin' this shit, I hope it work

I did all that for you to turn sour, hope it was worth it
If you pray together, you stay together, I took her ass to church (church)
And I done ran out of handouts, you better take your ass to work
And I call it how I see it, hope I don't come off as a jerk
Me and my dawg made a lil' bet for a hundred bands he won't take a Perc'
Me and my dawgs got a understandin' for a hundred bands

Uh, I be scalin' through the trenches, try and tell real from the fake
Really had to master havin' distance, so I wouldn't fall for the bait (ugh)
Young niggas slip through the system, couldn't fall victim to the state
We made sure the hood ate and still fell victim to the hate (damn)
Had to find my confidence 'cause I'm that nigga, no debate (G Herbo)
And I faced the consequences for always handin' out my plate

I was workin' 'round the clock, I told my bitch, "I'm gon' be late"
Real hustler, I lost seven figures, now I'm havin' eight, yeah (whoo)
Now I feel Jay - The Blueprint, now I'm in L.A. in new whips
Ridin' in the Lamb' with two sticks, takin' all my kids to Ruth Chris
Heard the block say they miss me, gotta stay free, I keep distance

Opps ain't alive
Who missin'? Swerve still'll slide
Who dissin'? (Dissin')
I ain't never lacked, cops knew the slang, I don't know the vibe
Who snitchin'?
Pride to the side, when you went broke, every single time, who fixed it? (Fixed it)

I was on point for the team, had to smoke doinks just to dream
Had to mix Percs with the lean, still was the first at the scene
I was fucked up mentally, bae
I said some shit that hurt, I ain't mean it
Hoes don't mean shit to me
I know that they'll take a Birk' before a ring

Woke up cryin' out my sleep, I had to pray off my demons
Next day I went to fuck up 50K off at Neimans
My OG say she don't like when I'm in the 'Raq, I don't neither
But I still go back to make sure shit intact, I'm a leader
Went to Gladiator School, I'm a true, I'm a meter
In attendance, had the bag for my repentance, I'm decent
If I gotta up my strap and let it clap, I don't need it
Call my lawyer up with five hundred racks, I'ma beat it

I keep speakin' 'bout some shit, feel like it never happened (feel like it never ever happened)
Niggas really out here snitchin' and they still rappin'
I'm a natural-born savage, I ain't average
Never show my weakness, so I'm weepin' while in traffic
Six matches in, I come from sleepin' on a mattress
Men don't respond to Instagram, I let 'em have it (they could have that shit)

Swerve, Wham, we on
We on (they know we on)
We on that (let's get it)
But it's never been about that

Writer(s): Andrew Ramsey, EgonBeUp, G Herbo, JTBeatz, Lil Baby, Shannon Sanders.

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