"All Things" lyrics
City James & Buddy Lyrics
(If you peel the layers back)
If you peel the layers back
I'm still real where I'm at
I got my city on my back
You can't trick me off of that
We still runnin' juggs
If a nigga switch up on me
We won't show him love
Ion give a fuck if he my blood
How many times I gotta say I'm from the 9, nigga
If yo bitch lookin' at me, then she mine, nigga
I'm with all the bottle poppers and the wine sippers
Pinky in the air — real player, mindin' my business
Pico where I'm swervin'
100 on the dash
Say the real die young — well we gon' make it last
I got demons in my closet and a troubled past
Bring that shit to God — bet I make Him laugh
Put it in her throat — bet I make her gag
God workin' overtime 'cause He know I'm bad
Brodie salty in the face 'cause he know where she at
Nigga, all them empty threats — you can't take 'em back
I won't fold none
I'm up a lil' bit — they wanna hold sum
Me and Ru soundin' like a home run
If you ain't know us now — you gon' know soon
You gon' know soon
(Ay, and it's like that —
Real nigga in the city, and it's like that)
(Ay, and it's like that —
Real nigga in the city, and it's like that)
(Ay, and it's like that —
Real nigga in the city, and it's like that)
Now more than ever, I feel the pressure
I feel like God chose me
Like Peter Piper picked a pepper
(If this my light, I'ma step in it)
Now more than ever, I feel the pressure
I feel like God chose me
Like Peter Piper picked a pepper
Black nigga boxing up oppression
Uppercut ya till you learn ya lesson
Fuck a nigga tell me? This is effort
Doris Jean, Willie the flesh
Namesake made me the best
Hot pursuit — avenue
I can do all things
(Chosen one like they tagged a nigga
Holy one, I'm the sacrament)
Now more than ever, I feel the pressure
I feel like God chose me
Like Peter Piper picked a pepper
Now more than ever, I feel the pressure
If you peel the layers back
I'm still real where I'm at
I got my city on my back
You can't trick me off of that
We still runnin' juggs
If a nigga switch up on me
We won't show him love
Ion give a fuck if he my blood
How many times I gotta say I'm from the 9, nigga
If yo bitch lookin' at me, then she mine, nigga
I'm with all the bottle poppers and the wine sippers
Pinky in the air — real player, mindin' my business
Pico where I'm swervin'
100 on the dash
Say the real die young — well we gon' make it last
I got demons in my closet and a troubled past
Bring that shit to God — bet I make Him laugh
Put it in her throat — bet I make her gag
God workin' overtime 'cause He know I'm bad
Brodie salty in the face 'cause he know where she at
Nigga, all them empty threats — you can't take 'em back
I won't fold none
I'm up a lil' bit — they wanna hold sum
Me and Ru soundin' like a home run
If you ain't know us now — you gon' know soon
You gon' know soon
(Ay, and it's like that —
Real nigga in the city, and it's like that)
(Ay, and it's like that —
Real nigga in the city, and it's like that)
(Ay, and it's like that —
Real nigga in the city, and it's like that)
Now more than ever, I feel the pressure
I feel like God chose me
Like Peter Piper picked a pepper
(If this my light, I'ma step in it)
Now more than ever, I feel the pressure
I feel like God chose me
Like Peter Piper picked a pepper
Black nigga boxing up oppression
Uppercut ya till you learn ya lesson
Fuck a nigga tell me? This is effort
Doris Jean, Willie the flesh
Namesake made me the best
Hot pursuit — avenue
I can do all things
(Chosen one like they tagged a nigga
Holy one, I'm the sacrament)
Now more than ever, I feel the pressure
I feel like God chose me
Like Peter Piper picked a pepper
Now more than ever, I feel the pressure
