Small Talk (feat. Mic Righteous) [Remix]

I don't do small talk
I do pounds and kilos, ounces; I don't do small talk
And they wanna put me in their system, you can't put me in four walls
Got gold in my mouth like Paul Wall
Your man broadband coz he talk talk
Yo Chawe, turn me up man, it's the remix

I don't do small talk
I do pounds and kilos, ounces; I don't do small talk
And they wanna put me in their system, you can't put me in four walls
Got gold in my mouth like Paul Wall
Your man broadband coz he talk talk
My mum said "Son, give it your all"

Yeah
They want a remix, I said no way
Then I thought "Bring it back to the old days"
Back if a chick didn't like me, the hoe's gay
Still put my meat in her mouth like Salt Bae
I never sold weight, never sold packs
I just stayed in my yard and I wrote raps
Now when I spit I go black like Kodak
And I don't say "No cap" coz they know that
Uh, I remember one mad night
I told myself that I would be that guy to grow up and rap like
Eminem and all of these rap guys
But now I run tracks, everybody get lapped twice, I'm that nice
Spin a nigga like black ice on bad drives
Your best a snore fest, it's nap time
But when I rap, it's holy water, I'm baptized
(Hallelujah)
But I'm really a villain, I'm killin' 'em with the synonyms
Heal em like penicillin before I come on the kill again
Couple of cans in my hand, man I feel like Mo Gilligan
Couple of grand in the bank, maybe ten is the minimum
I just came for the bag, never gonna get rid of him
Until the whole stash adding up to a million
Nebula is going mad, what the hell has got into him
All the silence is killing him coz shhhh

I don't do small talk
I do pounds and kilos, ounces; I don't do small talk
And they wanna put me in their system, you can't put me in four walls
Got gold in my mouth like Paul Wall
Your man broadband coz he talk talk
My mum said "Son, give it your all"

I don't do small talk
I do pounds and kilos, ounces; I don't do small talk
And they wanna put me in their system, you can't put me in four walls
Got gold in my mouth like Paul Wall
Your man broadband coz he talk talk
My mum said "Son, give it your all"

My dad said "Son, it's vital, now you kill everyone and protect the title"
Look dad dead in his eyes and said "Alright, cool"
Now I'm surrounded by dead bodies and it's my fault
It's Righteous but I call him Michael
We are not the same because I'm cool
What's that? Contract? Fine Print?
You want writing? Alright then, type this: suck on my dick and then my balls
Only doing favours for myself
Like tinted flavours on my shelf
I like black girls, thai girls, white girls
Psyche, I only got eyes for my girl
I like anything that benefits my health
I like anything that benefits my wealth
I'll be a burden hurt to the high hells
Looks a bit like hell, welcome to my world
Is Mic well? How the fuck can I tell?
I do pounds and kilos then I sell all the pounds and kilos to the clientele
I'm bound to reload the next four
I'm about to kick down like a next door
Lemme finish this and get back to connect four
Haha I don't do small talk, I do less talk

I don't do small talk
I do pounds and kilos, ounces; I don't do small talk
And they wanna put me in their system, you can't put me in four walls
Got gold in my mouth like Paul Wall
Your man broadband coz he talk talk
My mum said "Son, give it your all"

I don't do small talk
I do pounds and kilos, ounces; I don't do small talk
And they wanna put me in their system, you can't put me in four walls
Got gold in my mouth like Paul Wall
Your man broadband coz he talk talk
My mum said "Son, give it your all"
So, I don't do small talk