Текст песни All These Things - Eric Young

First off fuck these niggas from the heart
Yea I know it's dark but that's where I'ma start
Young nigga ballin' no Lavar
Might find myself shootin' at a star
Still ain't met a girl that I could miss
Except wifey and the baby yea I know it's mushy shit
But there's still one shawty that I miss
And I know it contradicts we ain't gonna talk about that shit

Because of Mila I keep thirty in that clip
Fuck around with her if you want yo' mit split
Everything she needs she's gonna get
I'll bust every play, every juug, every lick
And I'm ridin' 'round the bay puffin cook
Tryna dodge twelve crackers fruity by the foot
Can't always go just based off how it looks
Thinking I won't let it go they say never judge a book

Fatherhood really made think
Did I treat 'em good did I leave 'em in one piece
Yea this shit really made me feel complete
You know you gotta have a whole if you wanna give a piece
And I'll still send that work off if you need it
If you move them things quick that's the quicker we'll repeat
Building something with a deeper meaning
I just hope that I can get the chance to see it

And I'm still from the city I got niggas that'll murder you
Business is only business I don't ever take it personal
I don't know that nigga but free that nigga shmurda
Charge it to the game when yo' life be acting vertical
Charge it to the game when that money acting vertical
You just took some losses that just means you got some work to move
I swear to God this hustlin' shit will bring out all the worst in you
God's working on me and he's still got some work to do

Play Google with that money and we searching you
Pop up on you leave you sleepin' like you popped a perc or two
I'll ride for my nigga die for my nigga
Let that nigga cross me I'll crucify that nigga
And I'm still from the city I got niggas that be movin' shit
How them niggas buying all them labels and ain't doin' shit
All we do is get it safe and sound and we move it quick
Shooter named MC with that hammer and he's too legit

Why most of these pussy niggas counterfeit
Shawty got them titties and they counterfeit
But they're hers 'cus she paid for them bitches
Sucking dick out in LA for them bitches
Gettin' flown out to the bay for them bitches
On the booty pole workin in the A for them bitches
And Im still from the city I got niggas that'll murder shit
Murder quick disappear your block like they've never heard of it