Saint Kneek - Let Em Talk

Lately I feel like it's fuck a nigga I just let em talk
Bring the yellow tape outline his body with the fucking chalk
Blood up in my eyes can't disguise the evil tendency
Gon be a homicide when I ride on my enemies
I'm madder than a motherfucker yeah they got me 38
Coming from a dirty state I'll send you to them pearly gates
I'm in this bitch I'm out my top ah jack a nigga for that gwop
I hit a nigga with the mop I bet his fucking heart'll stop

Catch him out in traffic let him have it at the red light
Take his baby mama from that nigga if the head right
I'll be they erry night trapping out her fucking house
Go to talking reckless then I'm batting her in her fucking mouth
Real nigga role call crackers can't control y'all
No prison can hold y'all next up like I told y'all
Wanna see me dead I ain't scared it's the life I'm living
Rather be 6 feet off in the dirt than doing life in prison
Murder murder simple ain't it any picture I can paint it
Nigga saw his death around the corner damn near fucking fainted
I do this shit don't let the opposition tell ya different
Them niggas know that I get foolish like I'm Eddie Griffin
Keep a Smith & on my waist'll shoot you in yo fucking face
I hope you like Italian you gon find out how these bullets taste
I'm in the place to fucking be the baddest bitches fucking me
You want a nigga dead gotta pay the motherfucking fee

Lately I feel like it's fuck a nigga I just let em talk
Bring the yellow tape outline his body with the fucking chalk
Blood up in my eyes can't disguise the evil tendency
Gon be a homicide when I ride on my enemies
I'm madder than a motherfucker yeah they got me 38
Coming from a dirty state I'll send you to them pearly gates
I'm in this bitch I'm out my top ah jack a nigga for that gwop
I hit a nigga with the mop I bet his fucking heart'll stop

Written by:
Dominic Wilson

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