Talk My Shit

Ain't a baker bout my bread be flyer than a pigeon
I try to be on beat all times so I make good decisions
To keep it g I'm spiritual but ion got no religion
I don't be saying shit, I'm peepin, don't come around me trippin
End up fallin, catch ya slippin, watch it how ya step
My niggaz barbers, they'll line ya up so fuck ya vest
Sharper than a barracuda I be fresh to death
No disrespect to DJ Khaled dem but I'm the best
On my shit, it's only right I talk my shit
I play my shit, they head nodding asking who is this
My blood flag is red and blue but I ain't a blood or crib
It ain't my fault that yo bitch peeping, loving how I drip
Like they laundry, my bitch bad she got these bitches pressed
Hold up free that nigga Hundo he be droppin zest
I peep and don't say nun like when they pay the ref
And when I talk my shit I say it with my chest
Almost gave up but remembered that god gonna test me
I'm ambitious, I got drive and bro wouldn't let me
Bro dem askin bout new music man I guess they feel me
I would too if I was them because they grew up with me
Struggled with me, yea we starved together
We was hittin like and bih we robbed together
I got eleven siblings I am my brothers keeper
I be finessing like some of these preacher
Jeepers creepers bitch it's rare that you gon catch me out
I be ghost moo making music smoking Brussel sprouts
You say I need more exposure but you don't shout me out
Don't need no clout to figure out that I'm the hardest out
That's how I'm feeling and best believe bih it's fuck ya feelins
Fuck ya bih and fuck ya feelins
I gotta feed my fam, so ima need a couple millions
Ain't got no kids but grinding like I got some children