I'm Just Talking
I just made a cool little bag today
I might just go and chill
I be lonely
I don't like to hang with niggas
Cause they don't keep it real
Know it's summer
I put on my chain and stepped outside
It gave me chills
Ask what I'm worth
I know I'd be lying If I ain't say a couple mil
I'm in the room, they playing spades
Don't know how to play but I'm still learning
Still ain't learned that Tamia line dance yet
She said that that's concerning
She like, why you got all this jewelry on
Like Chief Keef, cause I earned it
Shank, still be serving chicken right by the church
He like the colonel
I'm in the hood, my windows tinted
I Just came through just for nostalgia
I see things that I gotta take to the grave
Cause I don't want no involvement
I seen Twan, he owe me money
Say he'll pay me back
I know he stalling
Seen my crush and I was crushed
She way down bad, she used to be flawless
I got kicked out when I was fifteen and
I can't lie, it still rub me wrong
One of my family members said she wanna work it out
Like Drake, I'm too far gone
Used to be stuck at the cookout
Now I got my own car, I'm going home
Every girl I want, she mentally ill
It's something always wrong
I be starting trends
They act like they don't see it
Then they just copy
Always dress like you finna meet your crush
Man you never know who be watching
One of my friends be playing games
Man I wanna eat it, she smell like chocolate
All the baddies, they be with the goofies and lames
I swear it make me wanna vomit
She got mad cause I won't open up
But baby I got trauma
I can't vent to you cause you gone judge me
You like Thurgood Marshall
Every day the devil be working hard
But my angel's working harder
Every day I'm evading death
I just wanna make it back to my apartment
Man, be careful when you shooting shots
Make sure you know your target
I ain't finna argue about who the best
Cause I already know that I go harder
They be yelling out gang
You ain't no ganger little boy
You just a doppel
They be talking crazy, acting like they nuts
Little boy I'm George Washington Carver
Man it's three in the morning
I look outside
The weather just way too choppy
I gotta put on my shoes, bring a cane In the booth
The way that I just be walking
I'm just spittin, I don't even need no chorus
This time I'm just talking
I gotta get it, don't care if it's early
It ain't no such thing as tomorrow
This time I'm just talking
This time I'm just talking
I might just go and chill
I be lonely
I don't like to hang with niggas
Cause they don't keep it real
Know it's summer
I put on my chain and stepped outside
It gave me chills
Ask what I'm worth
I know I'd be lying If I ain't say a couple mil
I'm in the room, they playing spades
Don't know how to play but I'm still learning
Still ain't learned that Tamia line dance yet
She said that that's concerning
She like, why you got all this jewelry on
Like Chief Keef, cause I earned it
Shank, still be serving chicken right by the church
He like the colonel
I'm in the hood, my windows tinted
I Just came through just for nostalgia
I see things that I gotta take to the grave
Cause I don't want no involvement
I seen Twan, he owe me money
Say he'll pay me back
I know he stalling
Seen my crush and I was crushed
She way down bad, she used to be flawless
I got kicked out when I was fifteen and
I can't lie, it still rub me wrong
One of my family members said she wanna work it out
Like Drake, I'm too far gone
Used to be stuck at the cookout
Now I got my own car, I'm going home
Every girl I want, she mentally ill
It's something always wrong
I be starting trends
They act like they don't see it
Then they just copy
Always dress like you finna meet your crush
Man you never know who be watching
One of my friends be playing games
Man I wanna eat it, she smell like chocolate
All the baddies, they be with the goofies and lames
I swear it make me wanna vomit
She got mad cause I won't open up
But baby I got trauma
I can't vent to you cause you gone judge me
You like Thurgood Marshall
Every day the devil be working hard
But my angel's working harder
Every day I'm evading death
I just wanna make it back to my apartment
Man, be careful when you shooting shots
Make sure you know your target
I ain't finna argue about who the best
Cause I already know that I go harder
They be yelling out gang
You ain't no ganger little boy
You just a doppel
They be talking crazy, acting like they nuts
Little boy I'm George Washington Carver
Man it's three in the morning
I look outside
The weather just way too choppy
I gotta put on my shoes, bring a cane In the booth
The way that I just be walking
I'm just spittin, I don't even need no chorus
This time I'm just talking
I gotta get it, don't care if it's early
It ain't no such thing as tomorrow
This time I'm just talking
This time I'm just talking
Credits
Writer(s): Darrian Julks
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