Talk (My) Shit
Said you would leave, but your still around
Said you wouldn't speak but I Hear your sound
Writing down, all the thoughts in my head
Chose love, hope takes it to me to death
Never make that mistake again
We were never friends
Sinner on the mic, I don't got halo
I don't go church I prefer to lay low
Bitches going off, one to zero
I'mma talk my shit like Ben Shapiro
Like Ben Shapiro
I'mma talk my shit
Ain't live fear no
I don't fuck with it
Say your goodbyes
Cus the sun is set
Say something sweet, after the meltdowns
Lost my mind on a Friday night
I could the see the signs
Blinded by the dark
Never making that mistake again
Don't text back
Sinner on the mic, I don't got halo
I don't go church I prefer to lay low
Bitches going off, one to zero
I'mma talk my shit like Ben Shapiro
Like Ben Shapiro
I'mma talk my shit
Ain't live fear no
I don't fuck with it
Bought a rari, flexin on my fellow man
They be vibing to shit, I haven't started yet
Blow smoke in the wind, and make em pay for it
Talk shit, if you like, I be notating it
I don't care if you, don't like the words I say
Caring bout you bitches, is a job that doesn't pay
Why I keep on rising, leave em with a legacy
Popstar rising, you could fuck me sideways
Said you wouldn't speak but I Hear your sound
Writing down, all the thoughts in my head
Chose love, hope takes it to me to death
Never make that mistake again
We were never friends
Sinner on the mic, I don't got halo
I don't go church I prefer to lay low
Bitches going off, one to zero
I'mma talk my shit like Ben Shapiro
Like Ben Shapiro
I'mma talk my shit
Ain't live fear no
I don't fuck with it
Say your goodbyes
Cus the sun is set
Say something sweet, after the meltdowns
Lost my mind on a Friday night
I could the see the signs
Blinded by the dark
Never making that mistake again
Don't text back
Sinner on the mic, I don't got halo
I don't go church I prefer to lay low
Bitches going off, one to zero
I'mma talk my shit like Ben Shapiro
Like Ben Shapiro
I'mma talk my shit
Ain't live fear no
I don't fuck with it
Bought a rari, flexin on my fellow man
They be vibing to shit, I haven't started yet
Blow smoke in the wind, and make em pay for it
Talk shit, if you like, I be notating it
I don't care if you, don't like the words I say
Caring bout you bitches, is a job that doesn't pay
Why I keep on rising, leave em with a legacy
Popstar rising, you could fuck me sideways
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Writer(s): Ben Garon
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