Pillow Talk & Slander

Man, we don't want much, we just want what belong to us
Man, we ain't greedy, we hustlers, -, Butch

If I could talk to the old me, I'd tell him, "Watch these -
And 'em - gon' rat, delete them numbers out your phone"
I left Ashland at FCI, met a plug and then got on
I coulda made my brother rich, that - died 'fore I got home

I got the aura of a boss, ask -, they know my body
I'm on MSNBC talkin' politics with Ari
Ate sardines out the can, my birthdays ain't have a party (none)
So apologize for what? I'm too rich to say sorry

Wrote a letter to the streets, addressed it, "Whom it may concern"
Everybody can't go, and that - I had to learn (I had to learn)
I be back on my bull- when the beef get confirmed (confirmed)
I lay on a - like Katt Williams' perm

Walk the path of a king, first I saw it in my dreams, now it's happenin'
Ayo, Hit, we got these -
'Cause every time I drive, the hood tellin' me, "The streets is back again"
One, two, three

If I could talk to the old me, I'd tell him, "Watch these -
And 'em - gon' rat, delete them numbers out your phone"
I left Ashland at FCI, met a plug and then got on
I coulda made my brother rich, that - died 'fore I got home

Yeah, the streets dead, can't a soul save 'em, huh (nah)
You just a rapper, that's a bold statement (oh, yeah)
I watched a kingpin lose, and that - with my mind
I was lookin' up to him before my faith was in God, yeah

Take you on a ride to small towns, you get much more
First you cut class, jump off the porch, now you cut dope (for real)
Identity sealed behind that man's 'cause he cutthroat
She put somethin' in her baggie, somethin' in her purse, so I don't trust ho-

I usually judge these - by the taste of they watch
And then the pandemic hit, that started fakin' me out
Yeah, I said, "- college", went straight to the block
No witnesses, better chances, guess it's safe at the top because it's lonely

If I could talk to the old me, I'd tell him, "Watch these - (watch 'em)
And 'em - gon' rat, delete them numbers out your phone" (mm)
I left Ashland at FCI, met a plug and then got on (uh)
I coulda made my brother rich, that - died 'fore I got home

- from the sandbox turn into your rivals (yeah)
'Cause they watch you put the work in, then they feel entitled (yup)
Pillow talk and slander, but they don't wanna try you (nah)
It's about what I could teach you, not what I could buy you (woo)

What I'm capable of doin' is the only thing that scares me (that's it)
I'd've told the old me, "Don't even let 'em near me" (uh-uh)
Somethin' 'bout the rush, you just can't get enough of it (woo)
Named on indictments with - you don't hustle with (uh)

They just love to tell it (yeah), I just love to sell it (uh)
- so strong, it's still wrapped, and you could smell it (smell it)
Sittin' in the spot with the work and the gun out (fssh)
At the end, the true colors always gon' come out, real sh-

If I could talk to the old me, I'd tell him, "Watch these -
And 'em - gon' rat, delete them numbers out your phone"
I left Ashland at FCI, met a plug and then got on
I coulda made my brother rich, that - died 'fore I got home



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Writer(s): Jason Phillips, Chauncey A. Hollis, Jeremie Scorpio Pennick, Marcellus Rayvon Register
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