Lyrics The Goal Line - ALLBLACK

Thank you for fuckin' with me
Benji for business
DTB, thank you

I'm finna change my name to ALLFACTS
You need to change your name to fitted 'cause you all cap
You ain't no killer or no trapper, bitch, you all rat
Thought I specialize in dime, how I work the strap
Finna change my name to ALLFACTS
You need to change your name to fitted 'cause you all cap
You ain't no killer or no trapper, bitch, you all rat
Thought I specialize in dime, how I work the strap

Thirty thousand in my pocket, you ain't even notice
Two Addy 30s plus the molly got my body floatin'
Threw a back a fifth of Julio to even out the load
This must be the feeling when niggas be overdosing
I live the fast life to cover up my past life
Last year, I counted out a hundred thousand dollars twice
This year, I'm chasin' P's and tryna luck up on a wife
Set up that brothel in Nevada and be set for life
I wanna win so bad, I start readin' the dictionary
I wanna win so bad, I cry on songs like OG Mary
I wanna win so bad, I sleep inside my car a lot
I know these niggas hatin', so I keep that switchblade and a Glock
I almost let some fuck niggas trick me out my spot
Mad because I got a knot and all my records hot
They out here callin' me 2Pac, I told 'em thanks, but don't
'Cause Pac was out here showin' love, and Pac still got got

I'm finna change my name to ALLFACTS
You need to change your name to fitted 'cause you all cap
You ain't no killer or no trapper, bitch, you all rat
Thought I specialize in dime, how I work the strap
Finna change my name to ALLFACTS
You need to change your name to fitted 'cause you all cap
You ain't no killer or no trapper, bitch, you all rat
Thought I specialize in dime, how I work the strap

I used to look up in the sky, ask for better days
Ask God to be safe and can He stop the pain?
I even switched up my religion, thinkin' shit'd change
Every time I asked for a sign, it never came
I always wondered why God never had a talk with me
Always heard stories how he visit people in they sleep
Granddad died, tried again, and ain't hear a peep
So I said fuck it, linked up with the man under my feet
That's when shit got cold, I copped a whip and went to Neimans
Grabbed that Canada Goose, wore that bitch all four seasons
Raw Dick Records, fuckin' sluts, checkin' dough, and leavin'
Missed a payment with big Satan, so he sent the demons
Hell be smackin', but they always wanna tax them niggas
Indian givin', always tryna keep tabs on niggas
Once you take a slice of devil pie, your soul is sold
Sometimes gold ain't gold and money ain't worth nothin' when you gone

Finna change my name to ALLFACTS
You need to change your name to fitted 'cause you all cap
You ain't no killer or no trapper, bitch, you all rat
Thought I specialize in dime, how I work the strap
Finna change my name to ALLFACTS
You need to change your name to fitted 'cause you all cap
You ain't no killer or no trapper, bitch, you all rat
Thought I specialize in dime, how I work the strap

Die-die, die-die, die-die-die-die-die
Die-die, die-die, all you niggas die
Bye-bye, bye-bye, bye-bye-bye-bye
Bye-bye, bye-bye, all you niggas die
Thank you for fuckin' with me
Well, well, well, well, well, well