DRANK TALK

(Chaz, chill out)
Huh, this that drank talk (yeah)
This that drank talk, nigga (oh)
There's no cap in here, nigga
(Zerby), yeah, yeah

This that drank talk
I'm in the studio sweating hard, I took my shirt off
Got fifty thousand in my pocket, 'bout to count it all
Look to the sky and I thank God I ain't a dirtball
Let it sink in
I'm going hard, I'm pouring lean, I'm in the deep end
They try to judge me, always tell me I be tweaking
But deep down know they hate themselves and that's the reason
I can't believe them, I'm just my own breed

I did this shit all on my own, I'm talkin' 'bout lonely
And rest in peace to Speaker Knockerz, long live homie
He tried to dap me up, ain't know I had it on me (huh)
These niggas phony (huh)
I know I

I know I got a different style
I know you wanna come over and just stay a while
I know I be too high, I'm steady walking on the clouds
I know you wanna see me, but I'm running up the miles

I'm coming back for you shawty, I'm coming back
I'm coming back for you shawty, I'm coming back
I smoke a lot of weed, be forgetting where I am at
I do a lot of drugs, I am sorry, but that's the facts

This that drank talk
I'm in the studio sweating hard, I took my shirt off
Got fifty thousand in my pocket, 'bout to count it all
Look to the sky and I thank God I ain't a dirtball
Let it sink in
I'm going hard, I'm pouring lean, I'm in the deep end
They try to judge me, always tell me I be tweaking
But deep down know they hate themselves and that's the reason
I can't believe them, I'm just my own breed (breed)

Hol' up, I just took a hit before the verse (oh yeah)
Rappers say they coming for me, put 'em in a hearse (oh yeah)
I came up out the grave, so I swear this is just rebirth (let's go)
Try to play a nigga, I'ma show you who I am (uh-huh)
I never gave a fuck, I feel like I am Killer Kam (uh-huh)
Nigga try me, he gon' find his body in the dam (he gone)
Thought he was my nigga, but I knew he was a fan (oh)

I was on a trip, I was going out my mind
I was overthinking, I was tryna take some time
She say she wanna fuck, I send them chills down her spine

This that drank talk
I'm in the studio sweating hard, I took my shirt off
Got fifty thousand in my pocket, 'bout to count it all
Look to the sky and I thank God I ain't a dirtball
Let it sink in (okay)
I'm going hard, I'm pouring lean, I'm in the deep end (let's go)
They try to judge me, always tell me I be tweaking (let's go)
But deep down know they hate themselves and that's the reason (oh, no)
I can't believe them (oh, no), huh, I'm just my own breed (oh, no)

(Oh, no)