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Ah, fuck all that talking, yeah
Fuck all that talking, yeah, ah
Fuck all that talking, yeah
Fuck all that talking, yeah
Bullshit keep walking
Ah, fuck all that talking, yeah
Fuck all that talking
I'ma slide for my brother, yeah
Slide for my mother
Feeling so empty, yeah
Ready go kill another
Fuck my young bitch then go back to bed
Shoot a nigga in the head
Wake up everyday
Praise the Lord for the day, uh-uh
666 on my mind, ain't no other way
Feeling real empty but I made a way (yeah, I made a way)
Nigga made a way
Alternator, generator, nigga
I'm the penetrator
Dicking down ya daughter
Can't do shit bout it nah (nah)
Down bad I ain't have no help
World full of lies had to get it by myself
Living life by my rules to the max
Run the money fuck tax
Human trafficking
Nigga, black market
Cut up the body, kill ya whole family
Fuck all that peace shit
Gat at the throat
Heartbreak melodies whole lot of felonies
Bag full of green ganja
Smoking off pack
Love me marijuana
High bring me closer to Nirvana
Always do what I fucking wanna (yeah)
Valley, hill, uptight, chill
Stay on my pivot
Niggas know that I'm wit it
Went to war with hard times
Getting blunted counting money
Niggas all of them is funny
It's one motion
Lost a couple emotions
Drowning in the ocean, uh
Chop of sleeping next to me
Keep my brothers out the street
Paranoid by them lights
Fuck 12 pig ass
Nigga, no, I ain't the type (ah)
No, I ain't the type
Protect my mind, protect my soul
666 is the goal
Run up my money, I run up the set
Be like me 'cause you know I'm the best
Yeah, yeah, uh-uh, yeah, yeah, uh-uh
Feeling real empty, nigga made a way
I was down bad, I ain't have no help today
Nah-nah-nah-nah
Fuck all that talking, yeah
Fuck all that talking, yeah
Fuck all that talking
I'ma slide for my brother, yeah
Slide for my mother
Writer(s): Dalvin Devonte Risi
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