All Talk

All Talk

That last one don’t count

Nowadays I’m living lawless
See a wall, and I just walk around it
I knew all along you did me wrong
I got the call about it
I know this a hole, I know, I know
Bitch, I’m still crawling out it
How the fuck you think I got here, baby?
Let’s talk about it
Dodge my old friends, I don’t know them
Like the mall was crowded
They got with some suckas I don’t fuck with
They was all surrounded
There’s no, “Let me in,” or, “Help me up,” for who I’ve fallen out with
Thought about it, pussy, I’m not even tryna talk about it

I’m the tallest tale your BM and your shorty told
Loyal to my brothers, family, and to my holy ghost
That’s the one I’m talking to
Don’t know him, but he know me most
I feel like the oldest soul
Mothafuckas sold they soul
Now every mothafucka in this Nissan know they role
We talk about tomorrow every day, like we been there before
Drive through Raymond on occasion, they’re like, “There they go”
Little town, big ego, baby, you already know
Talk to me like jefe with that pretty tone
And don’t write me no essay ‘til I’m dead and gone (Bitch, don’t do it)
I don’t want the headache ‘cause you said it wrong
Life is just a stepping stone
Ninety-five, getting blown

Nowadays I’m living lawless
See a wall, and I just walk around it
I knew all along you did me wrong
I got the call about it
Shit, this a hole
I’m still crawling out it
How the fuck you think I got here, baby?
Now, let’s talk about it
Dodge my old friends, I don’t know them
Like the mall was crowded
They got with some suckas I don’t fuck with
They was all surrounded
There’s no, “Let me in,” or, “Help me up,” for who I’ve
Shit, I thought about it
I’m not even tryna talk about it

Yeah, let it run
I’m not even tryna talk about it
I’m not even tryna talk about it
The Separation
Bitch
Hoe
Fraud
All ya’ll mothafuckas
Next one

Alone

Alone

2009 ft. JR Writer

2009 ft. JR Writer

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