All Talk

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Singing, I feel like I'm new addition
I've been counting that money, addition
You been creating lies, a fiction
Everybody all talk, they don't listen

Oh, that boy want the smoke, he want friction
Oh, that girl suck that di*k, love my diction
Know you wanna be me, I'm addicting
Can't stop that sh*t, I'm on a mission

No, no, no, no
Hop in that coupe, I'm on go
I know that you don't want me as a foe
She want to Fu*k with me, know I'ma blow

I'm watching my back, I stay on my toes
I'm staying, stay with my gang and my bros
You banging, but we know you ain't on go
I'm stepping, stepping on necks and on throats
I'm watching, know I've been taking some notes
Cut her off, like Bi*ch, you're too toxic
Saying you hard, but that sh*t is nonsense
All on my page, I know that you watching
Wanna be me, I know that you stalking, yeah

Tryna mess with thе kid Cuz I start getting ρορρing
I'm in the studio, know that I'm lockеd in
Doing this sh*t Cuz I don't got an option
Making the list, well I'm in the top ten
And no, don't try to say that I'm bragging
Breathing fire, I feel like the dragon
Said I'm crazy, they said I'm a mad man
Smoke a blunt, no, I don't need a dab pen
Not a game, no, this sh*t is not Madden
Money only go up

Walk inside of the store and I'm cashing out
You say that you hard, let's see what you're about
Oh, what did he say?
Better get back, better stay away
Need to get in line, you better behave
I know you scared, boy, I know you afraid
People really tryna say that I changed
Fu*k the money, Bi*ch, I don't need the fame
No matter what, I'll always be the same
I never cared what these motherFu*kers have to say
Cuz they do not even matter, oh

I counting all the money
I'm about to put cheese and bread on my platter, oh
Smoking a blunt and I'm on my pay
And that boy a nub, I know he a lame
Don't try to say that I'm not the same
Getting bad energy out of my brain, yeah

Nine-hundred, I just got some new sneakers
You gone pay an arm and a leg for this feature
Get on stage and scream like I am a preacher
Talking to the kids, I feel like the teacher
Remember crying, I had tears on my t-shirt
Do what you want, give a Fu*k what they say
If you got a dream, then do it today
If you got a passion, then don't be afraid
Never fit in, don't fit in the classroom
Remember hiding from class in the bathroom

You can say that we friends, but we not really friends
Bi*ch, I know that you won't be there for me in the end
I might call up, I might hop in the Benz
I don't know how much money I wanna spend
I don't want your girl Cuz she is not a ten
I do not want talk, so do not press send
Put all my money inside of the bag
And I walk in that Bi*ch wearing Raf, yeah

You really be trying to say I'm not hard
But we all know that that sh*t is cap, yeah
You talk about me, got my name in your mouth
Boy, I already know that you mad, yeah

If I'm being real honest, I'm getting real hungry
You might as well open a tab, yeah
Bi*ch, I'm running like a relay
Oh, I got 'em in his feelings

Everybody wanna leave my life, everybody leaving
I've been seeing all the fakes, yeah
They really is revealing
You've been lying to my face, all your lies
Girls saying I'm appealing
But my heart's still healing
You can talk, talk, talk
But it's real hard believing
Switching up like the seasons
You don't even got a reason
Broke all of my trust, yeah
You cannot change me

Singing, I feel like I'm new addition
I've been counting that money, addition
You been creating lies, a fiction
Everybody all talk, they don't listen
Oh, that boy want the smoke, he want friction
Oh, that girl suck that di*k, love my diction
Know you wanna be me, I'm addicting
Can't stop that sh*t, I'm on a mission