All of Me

[Intro]
I remember comin' up as a kid
Tryna be a rapper at twelve years old in Apia City, Samoa
Tryna put on for the Six-Eighty-Five and all the Pacific Islands and represent that in hip-hop music
And people used to say, "You wastin' your time, Trey
Ain't nobody give a fuck about what the islands gotta say"
Well, how 'bout now, bitch?
Ha, we worldwide now, bi-atch

[Verse 1]
Don't let the light skin fool you
[?] blacker but off a cracker and a Poly Panther
We bumpin' [?] while movin' packs, better get your stack up
More than just a rapper, I'm young, entrepreneurial
Gutter ghetto tales from the streets to the studio
Bitch, I ain't no vegan; we got beef with you for really though
Niggas hate on me like I'm deep in they bitches' booty hole
I just made ten racks; blew it on a video
Grew up in the shack; torn clothes, we was really broke
West Side what I know, A-P-I-A City
Walk a mile in my shoes; bitch, who the fuck you kidding?
How you can't surf but you ridin' my wave?
Better show respect, walkin' down the path that I pave
I'm good with all my day-ones 'cause we never betray
Live and die by the codes; warrior till I'm slain
They try to gaslight me like I ain't born in the flames
Phoenix risin' from the ashes, Six-Eighty-Five gang, motherfucker

[Chorus]
Ten toes all I be
Six-Eighty-Five, Eighty-Four till the death of me
Ride a shawty with a semi; what do you believe?
You know I do it for the city; that's the recipe
It'll be your downfall, ridin' 'round with fake ones
So [?] these hoes; why you tryna save 'em?
Watch how you talk if you ain't fam, you ain't enemy
Bitch, I'm a chief and I'm a threat to all my enemies

[Verse 2]
Not a threat, bitch, I'm a promise
Grindin' all my life, check the mileage
I don't fuck with nobody who done sold they soul for dollars
Some people pay for pussy; I rather pay for knowledge
Some people need Twitter; I just need peace and silence
Seen so many violent situations in my childhood
You know we really violent, motherfuckers in the island
Consider all my partners, every move I make
Back alley pawn shop for the jewels I take
Rob a rich motherfucker for the rows in the safe
Chosen to take freedom for all my bros in the state
Gotta watch for crooked cops 'cause they frozen estates
Grow with the pain, given because we rollin' with faith, uh-huh

[Chorus]
Ten toes all I be
Six-Eighty-Five, Eighty-Four till the death of me
Ride a shawty with a semi; what do you believe?
You know I do it for the city; that's the recipe
It'll be your downfall, ridin' 'round with fake ones
So [?] these hoes; why you tryna save 'em?
Watch how you talk if you ain't fam, you ain't enemy
Bitch, I'm a chief and I'm a threat to all my enemies

[Outro]
Six-Eighty-Five, Apia City, the city of stars
On the map