Quiet
It's all my fault letting y'all have me so fucked up
It's all y'all fault getting these niggas heads so pumped up
Made him think he could come around, no vest, chest puffed up
Tried to be a bully, hit him with the toolie, ain't so tough huh
Nope, I do not like y'all a little
You niggas be rapping in riddles
Woah
I'd rather riddle ya middle
Then come back and shoot up your vigil
Woah, woah
They talking wild got me bewildered
They talking like I'm a beginner
I'm triggered, this trigger
Might early your sunset, my heart is on winter
I'm one of one, I ain't one of y'all
Watched you fumble bags and drop the ball
Play-maker, I can make a call
Shooters there, good neighbors, Chris Paul
Niggas praising mediocrity
My foot is on em in some soccer cleats
Bagging blessings, on a shopping spree
Talking that cash shit got you niggas copping pleas
Heard y'all talk fire
That shit was prior
Now I've arrived
Why it got so quiet
It's like y'all got tired
It's like y'all took five
It's like y'all just died
Why it got so quiet
They ain't never did it but forever thinking they can tell a nigga how
You so clever, you be talking pepper, show us what you got to measure now
Thought you said you got it, go and get it, everybody waiting to be wowed
Niggas are regular, niggas are middlemen, why they talking so loud
Bet you prefer when I'm humble
This heavy talking ain't a mumble
This big stepping ain't a stumble
I'm Russell with triples and doubles
I'm Dame Lillard in the bubble
You niggas in trouble
And talking is not my rebuttal
Got nothing but bullets and knuckles
I won't even screw on the muzzle
Fuck keeping it subtle
Let everyone hear what I done you
Now my oxfords got blood splatter
Gotta kill you niggas, still keep it dapper
I been getting nicer but I'm getting madder
And my patience thinning til the checks fatter
This is that face in a stocking cap
You stocking shelves, better stick to that
I'm keeping names, I been keeping track
Cause karma's too slow, we gon get it back
Heard y'all talk fire
That shit was prior
Now I've arrived
Why it got so quiet
It's like y'all got tired
It's like y'all took five
It's like y'all just died
Why it got so quiet
Heard y'all talk fire
That shit was prior
Now I've arrived
Why it got so quiet
It's like y'all got tired
It's like y'all took five
It's like y'all just died
Why it got so quiet
It's all y'all fault getting these niggas heads so pumped up
Made him think he could come around, no vest, chest puffed up
Tried to be a bully, hit him with the toolie, ain't so tough huh
Nope, I do not like y'all a little
You niggas be rapping in riddles
Woah
I'd rather riddle ya middle
Then come back and shoot up your vigil
Woah, woah
They talking wild got me bewildered
They talking like I'm a beginner
I'm triggered, this trigger
Might early your sunset, my heart is on winter
I'm one of one, I ain't one of y'all
Watched you fumble bags and drop the ball
Play-maker, I can make a call
Shooters there, good neighbors, Chris Paul
Niggas praising mediocrity
My foot is on em in some soccer cleats
Bagging blessings, on a shopping spree
Talking that cash shit got you niggas copping pleas
Heard y'all talk fire
That shit was prior
Now I've arrived
Why it got so quiet
It's like y'all got tired
It's like y'all took five
It's like y'all just died
Why it got so quiet
They ain't never did it but forever thinking they can tell a nigga how
You so clever, you be talking pepper, show us what you got to measure now
Thought you said you got it, go and get it, everybody waiting to be wowed
Niggas are regular, niggas are middlemen, why they talking so loud
Bet you prefer when I'm humble
This heavy talking ain't a mumble
This big stepping ain't a stumble
I'm Russell with triples and doubles
I'm Dame Lillard in the bubble
You niggas in trouble
And talking is not my rebuttal
Got nothing but bullets and knuckles
I won't even screw on the muzzle
Fuck keeping it subtle
Let everyone hear what I done you
Now my oxfords got blood splatter
Gotta kill you niggas, still keep it dapper
I been getting nicer but I'm getting madder
And my patience thinning til the checks fatter
This is that face in a stocking cap
You stocking shelves, better stick to that
I'm keeping names, I been keeping track
Cause karma's too slow, we gon get it back
Heard y'all talk fire
That shit was prior
Now I've arrived
Why it got so quiet
It's like y'all got tired
It's like y'all took five
It's like y'all just died
Why it got so quiet
Heard y'all talk fire
That shit was prior
Now I've arrived
Why it got so quiet
It's like y'all got tired
It's like y'all took five
It's like y'all just died
Why it got so quiet
Credits
Writer(s): Tremain Josie
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