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All Year Video (MV)




Performed By: Eric Martin
Language: English
Length: 3:35
Written by: Eric Franklin




Eric Martin - All Year Lyrics
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Know you might not know but a nigga been real
Got it by the case like it's deal or deal
Said be real so I gave em that feel
Born with a temp, thirty under wind chill
You already know the boy won't stop
Til I got a building with the toys on lot
Did a few sins hope god ain't watch
It was crumbs on the ground still the birds ain't the flock
Back on the wall won't em see me fold
Can't let em taint my soul
Left the lil label, do better on my own
Everything that glitters ain't gold
See I know they feel it's hate, but it's business and I'm grown
And this man just can't be sold
Kept it to myself never bragged or told
Give a nigga some drive and the shit take a toll
Back and I'm better so a f*ck nigga shouldn't
Ready for these haters got plans in the budget
Permanent, boy won't move ain't budging
Hate hearing talk but I ain't seeing nothing
Got dam I'm stunting, got em sick to stomach
Heart cold it's a summit and the hoes still sucking
Young fly nigga give em static shock vibes
Bet a nigga ask why cause I stand on something
Nah it was all bad, reverted to trap
Gave it like Indians, got it all back
Moms did her job bet I know how act
Shook the scene up man them nerves went bad
Buddy love nigga I was born in the lab
Feeling like birdie told me go in the bag
Remember when I couldn't get foreigns on tab
Lil nigga now I ain't foreign to that

I been running with the pack, all year
I been getting to the bag, all year
I been plotting on the map, all year
Top spot where we at, all year
See we really had to get it my nigga
All year, all year
All year, all year
See we really had to get it my nigga
All year, all year
All year, all year
I been running with the pack, all year
I been getting to the bag, all year
I been plotting on the map, all year
Top spot where we at, all year
See we really had to get it my nigga
All year, all year
All year, all year
See we really had to get it my nigga
All year, all year
All year, all year
Aye bitch I'm up, bout my bucks
We was stuck, had enough
Midas touch, light it up
Played my hand I ain't call no bluffs
To be honest man I knew I was dope
Knock em all down, got a few in a row
Need the back end we don't fumble on those
I'm on top of cake got a couple on the go
Nah dog mother f*ck the critics, I'm up for business
Gang by my side, don't care who f*ckin with it
Too many times I felt my luck was finished
I barely use my heart so now the love feels wicked
Nigga I ain't waiting on y'all
Got a lot of ends on call, nigga want It all
Quarantine the works, NBA the perks
Keep a nigga in his own bubble when I ball
Got dam see I'm New York finest, giant
Been round the violence, treated like tyrant
Came from the mud, but so does a diamond
One of these rappers that don't need a stylist
Hate when these f*ck niggas call me
If ain't about the money, I'm sorry
Been playing this shit since Atari
Small fish acting like sharks in the party
See I never needed hundreds of dogs I rather run the with squad
Make it known I ain't f*ckin with y'all
See Things just ain't subtle with y'all
I'm getting money with the brothers Involved
See I ain't gon care bout fair ain't no fears this year
Don't you try to pull no chair niggas ain't see you here

I been running with the pack, all year
I been getting to the bag, all year
I been plotting on the map, all year
Top spot where we at, all year
See we really had to get it my nigga
All year, all year
All year, all year
See we really had to get it my nigga
All year, all year
All year, all year
I been running with the pack, all year
I been getting to the bag, all year
I been plotting on the map, all year
Top spot where we at, all year
See we really had to get it my nigga
All year, all year
All year, all year
See we really had to get it my nigga
All year, all year
All year, all year
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Know you might not know but a nigga been real
Got it by the case like it's deal or deal
Said be real so I gave em that feel
Born with a temp, thirty under wind chill
You already know the boy won't stop
Til I got a building with the toys on lot
Did a few sins hope god ain't watch
It was crumbs on the ground still the birds ain't the flock
Back on the wall won't em see me fold
Can't let em taint my soul
Left the lil label, do better on my own
Everything that glitters ain't gold
See I know they feel it's hate, but it's business and I'm grown
And this man just can't be sold
Kept it to myself never bragged or told
Give a nigga some drive and the shit take a toll
Back and I'm better so a f*ck nigga shouldn't
Ready for these haters got plans in the budget
Permanent, boy won't move ain't budging
Hate hearing talk but I ain't seeing nothing
Got dam I'm stunting, got em sick to stomach
Heart cold it's a summit and the hoes still sucking
Young fly nigga give em static shock vibes
Bet a nigga ask why cause I stand on something
Nah it was all bad, reverted to trap
Gave it like Indians, got it all back
Moms did her job bet I know how act
Shook the scene up man them nerves went bad
Buddy love nigga I was born in the lab
Feeling like birdie told me go in the bag
Remember when I couldn't get foreigns on tab
Lil nigga now I ain't foreign to that

I been running with the pack, all year
I been getting to the bag, all year
I been plotting on the map, all year
Top spot where we at, all year
See we really had to get it my nigga
All year, all year
All year, all year
See we really had to get it my nigga
All year, all year
All year, all year
I been running with the pack, all year
I been getting to the bag, all year
I been plotting on the map, all year
Top spot where we at, all year
See we really had to get it my nigga
All year, all year
All year, all year
See we really had to get it my nigga
All year, all year
All year, all year
Aye bitch I'm up, bout my bucks
We was stuck, had enough
Midas touch, light it up
Played my hand I ain't call no bluffs
To be honest man I knew I was dope
Knock em all down, got a few in a row
Need the back end we don't fumble on those
I'm on top of cake got a couple on the go
Nah dog mother f*ck the critics, I'm up for business
Gang by my side, don't care who f*ckin with it
Too many times I felt my luck was finished
I barely use my heart so now the love feels wicked
Nigga I ain't waiting on y'all
Got a lot of ends on call, nigga want It all
Quarantine the works, NBA the perks
Keep a nigga in his own bubble when I ball
Got dam see I'm New York finest, giant
Been round the violence, treated like tyrant
Came from the mud, but so does a diamond
One of these rappers that don't need a stylist
Hate when these f*ck niggas call me
If ain't about the money, I'm sorry
Been playing this shit since Atari
Small fish acting like sharks in the party
See I never needed hundreds of dogs I rather run the with squad
Make it known I ain't f*ckin with y'all
See Things just ain't subtle with y'all
I'm getting money with the brothers Involved
See I ain't gon care bout fair ain't no fears this year
Don't you try to pull no chair niggas ain't see you here

I been running with the pack, all year
I been getting to the bag, all year
I been plotting on the map, all year
Top spot where we at, all year
See we really had to get it my nigga
All year, all year
All year, all year
See we really had to get it my nigga
All year, all year
All year, all year
I been running with the pack, all year
I been getting to the bag, all year
I been plotting on the map, all year
Top spot where we at, all year
See we really had to get it my nigga
All year, all year
All year, all year
See we really had to get it my nigga
All year, all year
All year, all year
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Writer: Eric Franklin
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