Lemme Talk My Shit
I got shit to prove
Been to the bottom ain't got shit to lose
I rap dope like it's brick to move
I hit raps with the stick and move
I tell these niggas I'm a different dude
Too different can't steal the groove
I came back, can't kill the truth
Switch it up leave em all confused
Been to hell and back, fought my demons
Leave the devil with a fucking bruise
I don't put on for the opticals
I mean visuals
I'm still lyrical
Coming off the summer
This heat don't slumber
Bring lighting, thunder
Might strike you fools
I dont like these niggas, that's factual
I'm an actual, extraterrestrial
That's mean I'm always gonna need my space
When I step in this bitch gimme extra room
I just came to flex hard
No respect for
Niggas lacking, step on necks hard
I been next up, puff my chest up
Beg for mercy, they need church gawd
Me oh my, it gets hot like the 305
Always winning need 3 high fives
It don't matter what beat I'm on
Or how fast it's going
Like glass doors I'm still gon slide
Uh
They ain't used to this shit nigga
Who else talking like this nigga
Let me talk my shit nigga
Let me pop my shit nigga
They ain't used to this shit nigga
Who else talking like this nigga
Let me talk my shit nigga
Let me pop my shit nigga
I might black again
Once I get to going it ain't no stopping him
I run circles round em can't box me in
Cuz you niggas squares and you ain't my peers
We don't write the same, we do not compare
Don't step inside the ring if you not prepared
To go blow for blow, cuz ain't no refs in here
I might smack ya face til ya ears bleed
I might catch a case for these dead beats
I might son these rappers then turn em bastards
Then leave em hanging like a deadbeat
I'm a rare breed
I'm an animal
No not ya pet but ya pet peeve
When I come around they gotta take a seat
For the simple fact they can't stand me
I'm that nigga
Let me brag a little
I talk my shit like I pack a pistol
My flows explosive I'm packing missiles
I stay on point I never had an issue
I been the shit, no wipes or tissues
They can't really see the pictures I be painting
Might lose my cool and just snap the bristles
Ahhh
Bitch I'm top tier
Push the pen I'm in top gear
Disappointments my top fear
Show no mercy to my opponents I'm sorry dawg ain't no love here
Coming through like the sunshine after the rainfall
when the clouds clear
They ain't used to this shit nigga
Who else talking like this nigga
Let me talk my shit nigga
Let me pop my shit nigga
They ain't used to this shit nigga
Who else talking like this nigga
Let me talk my shit nigga
Let me pop my shit nigga
Been to the bottom ain't got shit to lose
I rap dope like it's brick to move
I hit raps with the stick and move
I tell these niggas I'm a different dude
Too different can't steal the groove
I came back, can't kill the truth
Switch it up leave em all confused
Been to hell and back, fought my demons
Leave the devil with a fucking bruise
I don't put on for the opticals
I mean visuals
I'm still lyrical
Coming off the summer
This heat don't slumber
Bring lighting, thunder
Might strike you fools
I dont like these niggas, that's factual
I'm an actual, extraterrestrial
That's mean I'm always gonna need my space
When I step in this bitch gimme extra room
I just came to flex hard
No respect for
Niggas lacking, step on necks hard
I been next up, puff my chest up
Beg for mercy, they need church gawd
Me oh my, it gets hot like the 305
Always winning need 3 high fives
It don't matter what beat I'm on
Or how fast it's going
Like glass doors I'm still gon slide
Uh
They ain't used to this shit nigga
Who else talking like this nigga
Let me talk my shit nigga
Let me pop my shit nigga
They ain't used to this shit nigga
Who else talking like this nigga
Let me talk my shit nigga
Let me pop my shit nigga
I might black again
Once I get to going it ain't no stopping him
I run circles round em can't box me in
Cuz you niggas squares and you ain't my peers
We don't write the same, we do not compare
Don't step inside the ring if you not prepared
To go blow for blow, cuz ain't no refs in here
I might smack ya face til ya ears bleed
I might catch a case for these dead beats
I might son these rappers then turn em bastards
Then leave em hanging like a deadbeat
I'm a rare breed
I'm an animal
No not ya pet but ya pet peeve
When I come around they gotta take a seat
For the simple fact they can't stand me
I'm that nigga
Let me brag a little
I talk my shit like I pack a pistol
My flows explosive I'm packing missiles
I stay on point I never had an issue
I been the shit, no wipes or tissues
They can't really see the pictures I be painting
Might lose my cool and just snap the bristles
Ahhh
Bitch I'm top tier
Push the pen I'm in top gear
Disappointments my top fear
Show no mercy to my opponents I'm sorry dawg ain't no love here
Coming through like the sunshine after the rainfall
when the clouds clear
They ain't used to this shit nigga
Who else talking like this nigga
Let me talk my shit nigga
Let me pop my shit nigga
They ain't used to this shit nigga
Who else talking like this nigga
Let me talk my shit nigga
Let me pop my shit nigga
Credits
Writer(s): Fidelis Folifac
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