Talk That Trash

Yeah, Level
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah

Your playboy got a mansion, I'm back
The kid hard, Michael Jackson attack
All my self-made hustlers, where you at?
My life problem jugglers, where you at?

Doubters used to talk that trash
Now it's dead silent like assassin attacks
Music to feel, what ever happened to that?
Keepin' it real, what ever happened to that?

Old friends ain't friends, they opped me
Makin' waves, got the flow all choppy
You are not me, bitch you a copy
Control+Z that shit, that's the hot key

Puttin' money in your face
Puttin' money in your face
Sayin' how the money taste taste taste
I got money in the bank
I be leavin' out the place
My car gettin' chased
They like "Wait! Wait!"

Paper hard and I blow it like a spitball
Head tall, only flaw is I miss calls
Pissed off with the ball, 'bout to get raw
Pissed off with the ball, 'bout to get raw

Doubters used to talk that trash
Now it's dead silent like assassin attacks
Music to feel, what ever happened to that?
Keepin' it real, what ever happened to that?

Got E, mamacita call me papi
Wherever she sit at, it's a hot seat
She made me hard drive from a floppy
'Bout to see her insides, autopsy

I'm other side of the pillow, I'm so cool
I took life and turned it over like a fumble
They go try me, I'mma hit 'em with the 1 2
The 3 4 bitch, then again when he come TOO!

Back in my place, back in the race
First, make you feel it like the bap in the bass
I pull up in the place with the car two hundo
Wanna leave here with me don't run slow

Doubters used to talk that trash
Now it's dead silent like assassin attacks
Music to feel, what ever happened to that?
Keepin' it real, what ever happened to that?

Doubters used to talk that trash
Now it's dead silent like assassin attacks
Music to feel, what ever happened to that?
Keepin' it real, what ever happened to that?

Don't Stop
Don't Stop



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Novak
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