Talk My S**t

I'm king of the East who gone tell me otherwise
Smoking Runtz on Welch street while screaming fuck them other guys
Niggas don't wanna box me Cause ima leave em dog tired
Then buss em in his ass for playing me like a small fry
Made 5 all 20s so I got it hog tied
Running in and out to bitch I left her with frog eyes
Saying she wanna be my main
But I'm married to my grind
If one gone eat we all gone eat this how we play it on my side
No down talking on my niggas I ain't switching on my guys
Niggas talk in front of bitches we don't do that in my kind
Running in and out of Kroger like I'm pushing carts or some
Walking in and out the trap yea I'm on the blk with some
Don't like to be up in my hood cause I know I'm a start some
Serving plays by myself listening to the birds chirp
You selling gas I'm selling work
I bleed the block when it's the 1st
Won't sip no drank if it ain't real
Don't smoke no weed if it ain't purp
28 up in my pocket smelling like a dog shitted
Smoked a zip and poed a 4 I damn near paid god a visit



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Writer(s): Jeno Thompson
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