Talk Is Cheap
I will never shame a man for trying
Support the homies when they start flying
Soon my stock gone be rising
Because I think before more time jumping like I'm Obidias
Diamonds
The records I be making under pressure
Honest
Is what I keep it when your shit is lesser
Ebonics
Is how I speak when I give a lecture
Completing assignments every time niggas wanna test us
They wanna see you fall by the way side
6'5
Most of y'all aren't even at my waist line
Focus on yours and I'm a get mine
I'm committing verbal abuse on the track, yeah I spit crimes
But talk is cheap
So I put my money where my mouth is
Never wasting words that's the only way I get rich
I spit these raps, they feel like acid cause the flow is toxic
I don't got to hop on your song, I got options
I'm feeling like Jarren when I tell y'all niggas
Give me the loot
You want some money cause you doing numbers
Show me the proof
Too many people being fake around here
I want some new shit
Fuck what you did last year
No respect
All diss
When she throw it, she be saying you can't handle
All this
Did you put it
All in
Can't be playing with these women you know better
Aw man
Now you in the group chat getting roasted
Almonds
Damn
So next time choose a girl in your league
The hoes out here are a whole different breed
But I get it
You can't ball if you never shoot your shot
And that's why I keep my shit lock
Because the buzz getting bigger my dog this is my moment
Got my girl bussing it open she like ocean
I be going through the motions and she stuck in her emotions
But we always come together just keep the money flowing
Check it
I'm mastering my craft but it's far from perfected
You can hear it every time that I drop a record
I could give you the sauce and teach the method
But that's a waste of time cause I know you wouldn't get it
I'm
Waking them up y'all put them to sleep
To be honest you suck, you bought to suffer defeat
Somebody sound the alarm, somebody call in the chief
Ope hold up wait a min that's me
A yea yea
So before I log off lets get one thing straight
You ain't eating at my table if you can't bring a plate
And idc how long you ain't ate
You all gone starve, I just sealed y'all fate
What Up
Bitch
Support the homies when they start flying
Soon my stock gone be rising
Because I think before more time jumping like I'm Obidias
Diamonds
The records I be making under pressure
Honest
Is what I keep it when your shit is lesser
Ebonics
Is how I speak when I give a lecture
Completing assignments every time niggas wanna test us
They wanna see you fall by the way side
6'5
Most of y'all aren't even at my waist line
Focus on yours and I'm a get mine
I'm committing verbal abuse on the track, yeah I spit crimes
But talk is cheap
So I put my money where my mouth is
Never wasting words that's the only way I get rich
I spit these raps, they feel like acid cause the flow is toxic
I don't got to hop on your song, I got options
I'm feeling like Jarren when I tell y'all niggas
Give me the loot
You want some money cause you doing numbers
Show me the proof
Too many people being fake around here
I want some new shit
Fuck what you did last year
No respect
All diss
When she throw it, she be saying you can't handle
All this
Did you put it
All in
Can't be playing with these women you know better
Aw man
Now you in the group chat getting roasted
Almonds
Damn
So next time choose a girl in your league
The hoes out here are a whole different breed
But I get it
You can't ball if you never shoot your shot
And that's why I keep my shit lock
Because the buzz getting bigger my dog this is my moment
Got my girl bussing it open she like ocean
I be going through the motions and she stuck in her emotions
But we always come together just keep the money flowing
Check it
I'm mastering my craft but it's far from perfected
You can hear it every time that I drop a record
I could give you the sauce and teach the method
But that's a waste of time cause I know you wouldn't get it
I'm
Waking them up y'all put them to sleep
To be honest you suck, you bought to suffer defeat
Somebody sound the alarm, somebody call in the chief
Ope hold up wait a min that's me
A yea yea
So before I log off lets get one thing straight
You ain't eating at my table if you can't bring a plate
And idc how long you ain't ate
You all gone starve, I just sealed y'all fate
What Up
Bitch
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Writer(s): Nicholas Pope
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