FlyTalk

My nigga, that's on God
What's the 411? I'm feeling like J. Blige
Backstage sniffing lines at a Jodeci concert
KC done got her open, but I know that her moms hurt

Fine earth, wine thirst, just wanna converse
Rain on my parades, got me feeling like Fonsworth
Tryna find another umbrella to keep me dry
But these niggas subbing peep they be dubbing

Blood in my eye (wow)
Damn, so where'd the time go?
Nowadays, I'm moving with faith like I'm blindfold
I have been working decade straight, and I'm over tired

Nigga been moving hella different ever since Kobe died
I know she cried, I push the big body, maneuver hella swift
Probably hit the brodie Crook, if I'm moving in the six
Quick to pose as they friends, but they Judas with the stick

You should know that Mookie really be a student of this shit
Don't get it fucked up, painting these pictures, Micheal Angelo with the nun chucks
No weapon formed against me, I ain't talking no gun tucks
Some niggas scamming, then they lucked up
Just relax, that's on hush, yeah

Fuck tweeting homie, put it in your verses
All my brodies breaking generation curses
They know am the bad habits that's been passed down
Thinking and growing rich every second make it last now, splash sounds

My bloodline filled with GOAT, I'm a son of one
Can't be duplicated, lil' nigga a one of one
Make atheists believe, easy seeing God
Walk I wrote this on the plane while Nova was sleeping
This fly talk, nigga



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Writer(s): Devin Morrison, Moruf Adewunmi
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