The Thing RiTchie (Ft. Quelle Chris)

[Intro: RiTchie]
Dan-dan-dan, dan, oh
Do-do, do-do
It's the petty shit, huh?

[Verse 1: RiTchie]
It be the—, it be the things that just grind all your bones
It be the things that just nobody knows (Things you do, you do)
Yeah
How many ways could a nigga say "No"?
How many days can I take all these blows?
Shit, you prolly don't know (And on you move)
It be the things you don't let in your home
It be the things that just rotten your soul (Rot your soul)
Shit, they rotten your soul (How many?)
How many things you let stop all your flow?
How many things you let block all the dough? (Block your dough)
Shit, you prolly don’t know (They do)
It be the things that nobody knows
It be the things that stunt all your growth
It really stings, but don't let it show (It be the things that)
You hearin' things, but it's down on the low
Don't real me in shit, I don’t wanna know
Don't mix my shit in with all that you broke (They break you)
Do things likе stubbin' your toe
It really stings, but don't let it show
Or whеn see that, nobody knows
Not anything, but knockin' on doors
Or knockin', knockin' them boots
These things they cook on the low
And fill you up, up until you explode
Now everything's fucked (That's all the things you do, you do)