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(Okay, yeah, yeah)
(Alright, alright, alright)
(I just do the devil's work, I'm damned I'm not a Christian)
(I done do the devil's work, I'm damned I'm not a Christian)
(Damn, alright)
I done did the devil's work, I'm damned I'm not a Christian
Never home to cook and never eat, bring another skillet
I can tell you talkin' off of drugs, really, I can feel it
AR too big for my coat, I really can't conceal it
Oh my god, okay
(Alright, alright, alright)
(I just do the devil's work, I'm damned I'm not a Christian)
(I done do the devil's work, I'm damned I'm not a Christian)
(Damn, alright)
I done did the devil's work, I'm damned I'm not a Christian
Never home to cook and never eat, bring another skillet
I can tell you talkin' off of drugs, really, I can feel it
AR too big for my coat, I really can't conceal it
Oh my god, okay
I'ma try to get away with murder, nigga, fuck forensics
She done finally let me fuck, know I gotta kill it
I'ma put this bitch in her ribs, make her mama feel it
(Damn, bitch)
(Take this motherfucka' down a notch)
I'ma put this bitch in her ribs, make her mama feel it
I knew I was gon' do this-
I knew I was gon' do this shit here, I saw my mama dealin'
I think I can't cry no more, I'm runnin' out of feelings
I done spent damn near a stack, I'm runnin' out of flimness
I pay to get them tied up, you know I'm with the business
She done finally let me fuck, know I gotta kill it
I'ma put this bitch in her ribs, make her mama feel it
(Damn, bitch)
(Take this motherfucka' down a notch)
I'ma put this bitch in her ribs, make her mama feel it
I knew I was gon' do this-
I knew I was gon' do this shit here, I saw my mama dealin'
I think I can't cry no more, I'm runnin' out of feelings
I done spent damn near a stack, I'm runnin' out of flimness
I pay to get them tied up, you know I'm with the business
I'm not officially a ghetto boy, but I be with them niggas
If you ain't got a strap, to me you look suspicious
Niggas don't be livin' that shit out, just wanna look the realest
We could die if yo' baby mama' looks could kill us
They lettin' these pussy niggas roam free
And they booked to kill us
I know you prolly want to, but too shooked to kill us
I hate they gotta see my brother down, I hate losin' niggas
Somebody prolly lied if they told you I'm cool with niggas
I could use words like a weapon and bruise a nigga
If you ain't got a strap, to me you look suspicious
Niggas don't be livin' that shit out, just wanna look the realest
We could die if yo' baby mama' looks could kill us
They lettin' these pussy niggas roam free
And they booked to kill us
I know you prolly want to, but too shooked to kill us
I hate they gotta see my brother down, I hate losin' niggas
Somebody prolly lied if they told you I'm cool with niggas
I could use words like a weapon and bruise a nigga
You must be similar to gay, tryna prove to niggas
I ain't walkin' like you niggas anyway, see, my shoes is different
I could go to south beach today, I'd be cool and different
We was all on the same path, I was choosin' different
(Motivator, nigga)
(Playin'-)
(Talkin' 'bout shit, for real)
(Free my brother, nigga)
(Ri)
I ain't walkin' like you niggas anyway, see, my shoes is different
I could go to south beach today, I'd be cool and different
We was all on the same path, I was choosin' different
(Motivator, nigga)
(Playin'-)
(Talkin' 'bout shit, for real)
(Free my brother, nigga)
(Ri)
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