Talk My Sh!t (Promo)

I'm on a higher level homie
That's a different story
High as hell but still in orbit
On a mission with Sigourney
I'm just chillin' while my shorty
Roll that cigarillo for me
With my nigga Marc McFly
And Kwency Jones just sippin' forties
Watchin' Taker versus Foley
Puffin' sour diesel stogies
Hella cloudy getting stormy
We just chillin', Adult Swimmin'
Till some chick who getting horny
Hit up Kwency for an orgy
Told the chick to shut the fuck up
While we watching Rick and Morty
Just trying to kick it with my homies
On the east side of Pomona
Off of Holt and San Antone
A dozen street lights from Ramona
Keep a swisher sweet to roll up
While we drinking Arizonas
Cuz them summers hot as fuck
But Hoodie Season round the corner
Yeah the streets been getting hotter
But at night it's even colder
Helicopters on the watch
Them hookers schemin' for a loner
You can hear them pistols poppin'
From the evening to the mornin'
Let me stop and take a breather
Need a moment
Just so I can break it down

Down
Let me break it down
Everybody get your hands up
Don't nobody make a sound
I'm here to play for keeps
You niggas play up for the crowd
I've been patient
Now its time to take the crown
Bitch I'm finna break it down
Let me break it down
Everybody get your hands up
Don't nobody make a sound
I'm not here to steal the show
Bitch I'm here to take the crown
Rep my city till I'm chilling in the ground
I'ma talk my shit

I'm in a different mode
Its time to go and get this paper
No stranger to hard work
Cuz working hard been in my nature
Before I rise and grind
I spark a little wake and baker
Catchin' vapors off that loud
While trying not to wake my neighbors
Now my shift don't start till later
So I eat a bowl of Quakers
Pack a bowl
For Marc and Kwency Jones
Then go put in this labor
Yeah my job is pretty chill
Still I know I'm built for greater
Until then I'm with the homies
Bumpin' Soulo in the scraper
On our way to Honda Center
For that thirteen dollar wager
Bitch we right across the way
From where the Angels do it major
Say good morning to the Ducks
At Hockey practice with the players
Earning every single paycheck
Never asking for no favors
From the fronters to the fakers
To the fans with drunk behavior
Hoodie Club up in the bitch
Who's trying to catch an IndyTaker?
While we Too Sweet all our people
Like we Diesel, Kid and Razor
Oh you didn't know?
My pedigree's amazing
Peep the way I break it down

Down
Let me break it down
Everybody get your hands up
Don't nobody make a sound
I'm here to play for keeps
You niggas play up for the crowd
I've been patient
Now its time to take the crown
Bitch I'm finna break it down
Let me break it down
Everybody get your hands up
Don't nobody make a sound
I'm not here to steal the show
Bitch I'm here to take the crown
Rep my city till I'm chilling in the ground
I'ma talk my shit



Credits
Writer(s): Britton Washburn
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