All my, all my, all my children All my, all my, all my children All of these rappers are all my children All of these rappers are all my children All my, all my, all my children All my, all my, all my children All of these rappers are all my children All of these rappers are all my children Don't nobody love you like pa love you Don't nobody love you like Guwop love you I had to make a track to say I'm proud of you Stop that track to tell my children that I'm proud of them Making rockstars out of trap boys And if we never talk again, still got your back boy This sh** is bigger than the game, deeper than rap, boy Just ask around in East Atlanta, I'm the landlord f** a contract, I'd rather shake your hand boy Yeah I'm your CEO but I'm your biggest fan boy Said I'm the best A&R that's in the business (It's Gucci) But there's an AR-fifteen in my Bentley All my, all my, all my children All my, all my, all my children All of these rappers are all my children All of these rappers are all my children All my, all my, all my children All my, all my, all my children All of these rappers are all my children All of these rappers are all my children I'm laid back, feet up, watching all my rugrats Come up, turn up, real n***as love that Guwop, proud poppa, went and got you your first chopper Show stopper, globe trotter, all I get is more dollars Gucci got more money than all these rappers Guwop got more money than all these trappers I can take a dope boy and make him go platinum But how a drug dealer from East Atlanta go platinum? Master P, '93, mixed with a lil Eazy-E Dancing in the video like Puff 'cause I got plenty G's Family, you sign with me My young n***a's gonna ride with me All my n***as gonna die with me And all my kids bust five for me