| Song | All Me |
| Artist | Papoose |
| Album | Hoodie Season (Bootleg) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| (Pre-Hook) | |
| You’re not the king nigga, I’m the king | |
| ‘Cus I let it ring on the spot | |
| I don’t even know why all them other lames on yo job | |
| They should stop, fuck that mind yo business and get shot | |
| Want my spot back ‘cus I… | |
| (Hook) | |
| Killed Versace, that’s all me | |
| Dreams and nightmares, all me | |
| Control, that’s all me | |
| Next stop Brownsville | |
| Summer Jam, that’s all me | |
| Open Letter, that’s all me | |
| New York, that’s all me | |
| Best stop Brownsville | |
| (Verse) | |
| Yo tough guy, you get 86 | |
| I broke the rules and they can’t be fixed | |
| Keep fuckin around, you gon make me rich | |
| I shoot pointblank range, can’t make me miss | |
| My lady ain’t afraid of shit | |
| You know how much money I done made with Chris | |
| Desert Eagle might break my wrist | |
| I’m a living legend like Jadakiss | |
| Ain’t no snitchin over on this side | |
| Yall bust at us then we bust at yall | |
| We don’t give a fuck if yo clique die | |
| Goddamn. Should I listen to everybody or myself? | |
| ‘Cus myself just told me Pap you the king of the city | |
| The champ, you don’t need no belt | |
| Blastin' Techs, bulletproof across my chest | |
| You just suckin on that breast | |
| You’ve been breastfed by the press | |
| Media telling the world you the best | |
| I’m the brownskin Malcolm X | |
| By any means necessary I’m legendary like Malik, you better show respect | |
| Look just understand that them corners cold, it get hot as hell | |
| I’m in the streets with all of this shit | |
| And I’m on the road but still poppin shells, I call beefin all of this shit | |
| Ask you to please excuse my blatant grammar | |
| Don’t fuckin move or I blaze the hammer | |
| Keep the hawk like ball play in Atlanta | |
| Run up on your video, shoe take the camera, goddamn | |
| (Pre-Hook) | |
| You’re not the king nigga, I’m the king | |
| ‘Cus I let it ring on the spot | |
| I don’t even know why all them other lames on yo job | |
| They should stop, fuck that mind yo business and get shot | |
| Want my spot back ‘cus I… | |
| (Hook) | |
| Killed Versace, that’s all me | |
| Dreams and nightmares, all me | |
| Control, that’s all me | |
| Next stop Brownsville | |
| Summer Jam, that’s all me | |
| Open Letter, that’s all me | |
| New York, that’s all me | |
| Best stop Brownsville |
| PreHook | |
| You' re not the king nigga, I' m the king | |
| ' Cus I let it ring on the spot | |
| I don' t even know why all them other lames on yo job | |
| They should stop, fuck that mind yo business and get shot | |
| Want my spot back ' cus I | |
| Hook | |
| Killed Versace, that' s all me | |
| Dreams and nightmares, all me | |
| Control, that' s all me | |
| Next stop Brownsville | |
| Summer Jam, that' s all me | |
| Open Letter, that' s all me | |
| New York, that' s all me | |
| Best stop Brownsville | |
| Verse | |
| Yo tough guy, you get 86 | |
| I broke the rules and they can' t be fixed | |
| Keep fuckin around, you gon make me rich | |
| I shoot pointblank range, can' t make me miss | |
| My lady ain' t afraid of shit | |
| You know how much money I done made with Chris | |
| Desert Eagle might break my wrist | |
| I' m a living legend like Jadakiss | |
| Ain' t no snitchin over on this side | |
| Yall bust at us then we bust at yall | |
| We don' t give a fuck if yo clique die | |
| Goddamn. Should I listen to everybody or myself? | |
| ' Cus myself just told me Pap you the king of the city | |
| The champ, you don' t need no belt | |
| Blastin' Techs, bulletproof across my chest | |
| You just suckin on that breast | |
| You' ve been breastfed by the press | |
| Media telling the world you the best | |
| I' m the brownskin Malcolm X | |
| By any means necessary I' m legendary like Malik, you better show respect | |
| Look just understand that them corners cold, it get hot as hell | |
| I' m in the streets with all of this shit | |
| And I' m on the road but still poppin shells, I call beefin all of this shit | |
| Ask you to please excuse my blatant grammar | |
| Don' t fuckin move or I blaze the hammer | |
| Keep the hawk like ball play in Atlanta | |
| Run up on your video, shoe take the camera, goddamn | |
| PreHook | |
| You' re not the king nigga, I' m the king | |
| ' Cus I let it ring on the spot | |
| I don' t even know why all them other lames on yo job | |
| They should stop, fuck that mind yo business and get shot | |
| Want my spot back ' cus I | |
| Hook | |
| Killed Versace, that' s all me | |
| Dreams and nightmares, all me | |
| Control, that' s all me | |
| Next stop Brownsville | |
| Summer Jam, that' s all me | |
| Open Letter, that' s all me | |
| New York, that' s all me | |
| Best stop Brownsville |
| PreHook | |
| You' re not the king nigga, I' m the king | |
| ' Cus I let it ring on the spot | |
| I don' t even know why all them other lames on yo job | |
| They should stop, fuck that mind yo business and get shot | |
| Want my spot back ' cus I | |
| Hook | |
| Killed Versace, that' s all me | |
| Dreams and nightmares, all me | |
| Control, that' s all me | |
| Next stop Brownsville | |
| Summer Jam, that' s all me | |
| Open Letter, that' s all me | |
| New York, that' s all me | |
| Best stop Brownsville | |
| Verse | |
| Yo tough guy, you get 86 | |
| I broke the rules and they can' t be fixed | |
| Keep fuckin around, you gon make me rich | |
| I shoot pointblank range, can' t make me miss | |
| My lady ain' t afraid of shit | |
| You know how much money I done made with Chris | |
| Desert Eagle might break my wrist | |
| I' m a living legend like Jadakiss | |
| Ain' t no snitchin over on this side | |
| Yall bust at us then we bust at yall | |
| We don' t give a fuck if yo clique die | |
| Goddamn. Should I listen to everybody or myself? | |
| ' Cus myself just told me Pap you the king of the city | |
| The champ, you don' t need no belt | |
| Blastin' Techs, bulletproof across my chest | |
| You just suckin on that breast | |
| You' ve been breastfed by the press | |
| Media telling the world you the best | |
| I' m the brownskin Malcolm X | |
| By any means necessary I' m legendary like Malik, you better show respect | |
| Look just understand that them corners cold, it get hot as hell | |
| I' m in the streets with all of this shit | |
| And I' m on the road but still poppin shells, I call beefin all of this shit | |
| Ask you to please excuse my blatant grammar | |
| Don' t fuckin move or I blaze the hammer | |
| Keep the hawk like ball play in Atlanta | |
| Run up on your video, shoe take the camera, goddamn | |
| PreHook | |
| You' re not the king nigga, I' m the king | |
| ' Cus I let it ring on the spot | |
| I don' t even know why all them other lames on yo job | |
| They should stop, fuck that mind yo business and get shot | |
| Want my spot back ' cus I | |
| Hook | |
| Killed Versace, that' s all me | |
| Dreams and nightmares, all me | |
| Control, that' s all me | |
| Next stop Brownsville | |
| Summer Jam, that' s all me | |
| Open Letter, that' s all me | |
| New York, that' s all me | |
| Best stop Brownsville |