Talk My Shit
Ah
Yeah
Aye let talk to 'em right quick, young
Yeah, bitches I got plenty
But I don't trust any
I fucked bitches that be having niggas
So my ring finger it is staying empty
They don't know shit about me
Movin' silent, chiefin' loudly
Was lost but I found me
Never been soft, but I keep the downy
Only wipe my ass with the best
Ya bitch a bird, she be in my nest
No hickies, she can kiss the neck
Cannot compare me to the rest
Everyday its just a new test
Know the difference 'tween more and less
So with that being said
Everyday I wake up, gotta know the kid blessed
Gotta get up and go do my part
Aint finished this just the start
Im street smart, gotta stay sharp
Im on go, never in park
Mane, how the fuck you gon' deny this
You think its easy muhfucka then try this
Im paintin' pictures tryna show you where my mind is
They don't know how my grind is
I went from the sticks in VA
To the mountains out in Maryland
I got it out the mud these other niggas just be sayin' it
On my downfall, I know that they prayin' it
But im too hungry for success I be cravin' it
Mane, so in the booth I be slavin' it
Investing in myself, no one else payin' it
Drop my last on my craft
Lil nigga do the math
Spend bread on my work that I really don't have
Niggas think they know somethin'
But they don't know the half
Then we hit the streets up tryna get it right back
Pray to God you break even 'for you lose shootin' craps
Mane, Its like you trapped in the trap
Tryna make it out spittin' this real rap
I aint tryna hear these niggas tell me that I crank
Tryna make the music that'll make these people think
Cause the shit nowadays like they minds be blank
All they know
Guns, pills, weed, money, and some drank
Man I can't, but to each is own
Got me in my zone, bitch leave me lone
Im in the studio don't call my phone
I can talk my shit cause I put in work
Been at the bottom can't get no worse
Slow grind I can start last and finish first
Im the type to do a feature make 'em rewrite they verse
Im gone
Yeah
Shoutout my nigga Tre man
Slow grind type shit
All the way from Maryland to muhfuckin VA
But listen to this doe
Look, I can't fuck with these niggas
And I know God can attest
Because the same ones who hated on me
Be the same ones who wish me the best
As of late I been giving out lazy flows
But the homie Tre told me go crazy bro
I aint lettin' up since people think that I fell off
Aint talkin' Rakim when its return of the God
I been workin' like a dog in hopes of being a boss
These rappers flows aint tight
Boy my shit on voss
They requesting for some features
So im raising the cost
Now all my plays going up
Guess they forgettin to pause
I was poppin 'for the music damn look at me now
I treat the beat like Rih
And I just turned Chris Brown
Every time I come around it goes some smiles and frowns
Cause im the bully of the class
I be fuckin' up sounds
Aint no nigga teach me shit
I take that back, just Mitch
I engineer when I write
And I master and mix
I record everything and all the royalties mine
I couldn't sign to a label cause I need every dime
Every time they shade the kid another reason to shine
They adding fuel to the fire
And igniting the grind
Chills runnin' up ya spine when you hearing me rhyme
Cause im nicer than the rest
And here's some reasons to why I
Reasons to why I
I be having niggas so wide eyed
I been living so good why die
Yeah
Aye let talk to 'em right quick, young
Yeah, bitches I got plenty
But I don't trust any
I fucked bitches that be having niggas
So my ring finger it is staying empty
They don't know shit about me
Movin' silent, chiefin' loudly
Was lost but I found me
Never been soft, but I keep the downy
Only wipe my ass with the best
Ya bitch a bird, she be in my nest
No hickies, she can kiss the neck
Cannot compare me to the rest
Everyday its just a new test
Know the difference 'tween more and less
So with that being said
Everyday I wake up, gotta know the kid blessed
Gotta get up and go do my part
Aint finished this just the start
Im street smart, gotta stay sharp
Im on go, never in park
Mane, how the fuck you gon' deny this
You think its easy muhfucka then try this
Im paintin' pictures tryna show you where my mind is
They don't know how my grind is
I went from the sticks in VA
To the mountains out in Maryland
I got it out the mud these other niggas just be sayin' it
On my downfall, I know that they prayin' it
But im too hungry for success I be cravin' it
Mane, so in the booth I be slavin' it
Investing in myself, no one else payin' it
Drop my last on my craft
Lil nigga do the math
Spend bread on my work that I really don't have
Niggas think they know somethin'
But they don't know the half
Then we hit the streets up tryna get it right back
Pray to God you break even 'for you lose shootin' craps
Mane, Its like you trapped in the trap
Tryna make it out spittin' this real rap
I aint tryna hear these niggas tell me that I crank
Tryna make the music that'll make these people think
Cause the shit nowadays like they minds be blank
All they know
Guns, pills, weed, money, and some drank
Man I can't, but to each is own
Got me in my zone, bitch leave me lone
Im in the studio don't call my phone
I can talk my shit cause I put in work
Been at the bottom can't get no worse
Slow grind I can start last and finish first
Im the type to do a feature make 'em rewrite they verse
Im gone
Yeah
Shoutout my nigga Tre man
Slow grind type shit
All the way from Maryland to muhfuckin VA
But listen to this doe
Look, I can't fuck with these niggas
And I know God can attest
Because the same ones who hated on me
Be the same ones who wish me the best
As of late I been giving out lazy flows
But the homie Tre told me go crazy bro
I aint lettin' up since people think that I fell off
Aint talkin' Rakim when its return of the God
I been workin' like a dog in hopes of being a boss
These rappers flows aint tight
Boy my shit on voss
They requesting for some features
So im raising the cost
Now all my plays going up
Guess they forgettin to pause
I was poppin 'for the music damn look at me now
I treat the beat like Rih
And I just turned Chris Brown
Every time I come around it goes some smiles and frowns
Cause im the bully of the class
I be fuckin' up sounds
Aint no nigga teach me shit
I take that back, just Mitch
I engineer when I write
And I master and mix
I record everything and all the royalties mine
I couldn't sign to a label cause I need every dime
Every time they shade the kid another reason to shine
They adding fuel to the fire
And igniting the grind
Chills runnin' up ya spine when you hearing me rhyme
Cause im nicer than the rest
And here's some reasons to why I
Reasons to why I
I be having niggas so wide eyed
I been living so good why die
Credits
Writer(s): Tre Wortham, Tyrell Thomas
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