ALL TALK

This rapping shit easy
I just had to do it to prove all these niggas they really weak
Popping shit like its grease
I come through with a limp like I'm wearing some forces I ain't trying to crease
Make 'em spin like tornado
If he try to press me, we gon' run some circles around his team
Had to give him his shorty
We added some milage but now we know she got them Megan knees
This rapping shit easy
I just had to do it to prove all these niggas they really weak
Popping shit like it's grease
I come through with a limp like I'm wearing some forces I ain't trying to crease
Make 'em spin like tornado
If he try to press me, we gon' run some circles around his team (Suave)
Had to give him his shorty
We added some milage but now we know she got them Megan knees

I'll never cuff a rat, I know they be choosing
They pick 'em out and do it all for the sack
Plus, these niggas cap (Yop) talking about guns in their raps
When they pull up, get put on their back
Or should I say face (Bow)
My lil homie thugging, you touch her, she spray you with mace
I get shiesty no problem, you cuffing a runner lil boy you a burger
That is not a model (Runner)
And no I don't play
Ain't a blemish on my name but for you? We cannot say the same
Know some demons that spray, and some shiesty niggas that'll rob you
Better do what they say, but I'm 'bout my Pape
I ain't really stressing I just get cheese and stay in my lane
But these niggas fraud
How you do me dirty then turn around and expect an applause
See I got to get it, wondering how I get lucky when I get them blues Ima spend it
Cuz I'm from the slums, where niggas don't make it to 30 you see a grave or see a jury
And no don't be friendly, everybody ain't your brother, your sister, your homie, they envy
I was so down, thought these niggas was playing me
Now that I changed, I see 'em started praising me
I don't understand how you could act fake to me (For real)
I was always there to help you out faithfully (For real)
Never thought that it would be you to take from me (What)
It was taking me (Okay), just a while to catch on but I'm hip on the game
And my mans was a lame (He was)
Really found out on a stain (That's facts)
These niggas be trouble, I told 'em be careful I gave you the ball and you still went to Fumble
I'm throwing these niggas out, Royal Rumble
I do not like these bee's, all they do is bumble
When you're talking speak up, niggas bet not mumble
He got his shorty popped, I pulled out her bundles (I did)
You can have her ass back; I don't want no trouble (I don't)
Nutted all in her mouth, she was blowing bubbles (She was)
Knock a nigga lights out like he in a tunnel
Now he's lying in red, that's a blood puddle (Bitch)

I can hop on the beat
No pencil, no paper, no pad
All I need to do is speak, most of y'all niggas weak
Talking that gangster shit, you a civilian you not in the streets
You niggas be capped out (Stop lying)
You niggas cannot rap (Stop trying)
Bro and Nem had put 'em down and stuffed 'em in the ground and then that nigga got on The net crying
I can hop on the beat
No pencil, no paper, no pad
All I need to do is speak, most of y'all niggas weak
Talking that gangster shit, you a civilian you not in the streets
You niggas be capped out (Stop lying)
You niggas cannot rap (Stop trying)
Bro and Nem had put 'em down and stuffed 'em in the ground and then that nigga got on The net crying



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Writer(s): Khaleel Johnson
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