Talk To Em (feat. Westside Sim)

Yeah, Right, HAHA
I remember whipping Honda 'Cord that shit classic
I remember I had to switch my thinking I had to tap in
Back then it was different I was tripping I had to re-checked
All them fucking feelings at the door I want my respect
Man I cant let you trick me out my time I'm too up for that
Watch the way you speaking on the gang cause it get stuck for that
I remember back when I was whipping in the Lincoln
Starin at my neck gone make you sea sick

From what I saw It was writing on the wall
I hear my thoughts
Hear the devil calling I'm like what you want
Dial tone, said I only speak to God and his angles
That angle don't fit me switch angles I'm bougee lil bitch
Hell yeah tell ya enemies I'm shining that's the mood
Huh Yeah the sun been the shining ain't no shade been coming thru
Yeah Yeah
Been on my grind and the vision working too
Clip the malice with that action I'm just balanced speaking truth

Yeah
Honestly the boy been blessed since I came up out the womb
Realest nigga in the room when I'm standing in the room
I just came back from Miami a was tryna catch a mood
Me my money we intune but you knew that that ain't news
And I woke up flexing with my feet all in the in the sand
I keep checking my account cause I like staring at these bands
I could've been crushed they feelings If I post it on the Gram
But I know you get the picture, and you still want to be who I am

SOO!
And we doing what you can't
Presidential smoke Gs move in silence like campaigns
We killing all your dogs and we calling it humane
Got these goats moving like lambs
This shit is light gone get the shades nigga

I remember whipping Honda 'Cord that shit classic
I remember I had to switch my thinking I had to tap in
Back then it was different I was tripping I had to re-checked
All them fucking feelings at the door I want my respect
Man I cant let you trick me out my time I'm too up for that
Watch the way you speaking on the gang cause it get stuck for that
I remember back when I was whipping in the Lincoln
Starin at my neck gone make you seasick

What the fuck was that
Opportunity was knocking at the door he had the strap
Predicting that
You insufficient niggas be my trigger from my intellect
You better send a threat
You silly sinners be my silhouette
Probably thought we wasn't gone catch him but he incorrect
The plan is still to triple all these bands and now that's in effect
And I know the truth behind them lies but I ain't gone mention that
I'm out country, better check the stats before you ask me if I spend a check
Yeah
Nigga fuck a vest, headshot nothing less
I got bread now so come correct
Better stand down or take consequence
It ain't nothing I can't manifest
He just saw my chain it hurt his pride and you can't bandage that

And we doing what you can't
Presidential smoke Gs move in silence like campaigns
We killing all your dogs and we calling it humane
Got these goats moving like lambs
This shit is light gone get the shades nigga