Artist: OG Maco Album: All In (S) Song: All In Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Intro] What the rules say We don't care what the rules say [x2] [Chorus] We don't care what the rules say We just gotta win We don't know, how did they get in? So we going in Why should we care what you say? When we playing for keeps Gotta go all in when you bet the streets [x2] [Verse 1] Why they mad at a Mac? Wasn't thinking 'bout me when I stood in the back Always had a plan, all I did was attack All I know is a map to the motherfucking paper If I told you, you would probably have jewels in your hand Neck, wrist [?] buying mueller's and shit I am who I said, you can prove that shit Just ask your bitch And don't be mad when she dodging and shit Like why you ask? Why you on my dick? Straight from the block All of these trappers with rocks in they socks I been out posted when 12 riding by Street corner chiefing, sold blunts at the high Sessions stand by Nothing but brawlers and ballers, but I They doing them, I'm doing I Stayed in my lane and kept burning my tithes Laugh off my company, you calling em mad You can find me in the cut in the back With a beautiful woman, couple of tats Pussy so good make my soul relax Good God, Allah, Yahweh Repent, Replay, Rewind on go Nothing but green lights on these streets I ride 187 death by forty-five [Chorus x2] [Verse 2] Roulette! When you giving your life, what would you bet? What would you risk? Put your hood on your back, probably slip a disc When you going for the win, you can take a loss If the coward don't snitch we gone all walk But you know how that go, bitches do talk [?] in the room but a elephant Lame people be mad they irrelevant Me? I'm just trying to duck the radar 15 years for a AR DA never play fair, Zimmerman just got off Trayvon would have got the chair Niggas know it if you don't Corporations see color like street gangs White or black, what do you bang? You can beat yourself like Sosa Or you can beat the odds like HOVA Listening to B-Push [?] Thinking how it'd be if they knew ya Listen to your song in the Rover Thousand dollar shades sipping cola You don't feel at all, I'm a gum, molars Talking money everytime ya mouth open [Chorus x2]