All Talk

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 tryna crease
Make him 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 tryna crease
Make him 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
Talking 'bout guns in they raps, when they pull up get put on their back
Or should I say face
My lil homie thuggin', 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
And no I don't play, ain't no 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 gotta get it
Wondering how I get lucky, when I get them blues I'ma spend it
'Cause I'm from the slums, where niggas don't make it to thirty
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've changed I see them started praising me
I don't understand how you could act fake to me
I was always there to help you out faithfully
Never thought that It would be you to take from me
It was taking me
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 him 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
You can have her ass back I don't want no trouble
Nutted all in her mouth, she was blowing bubbles
Knock a niggas lights out like he in a tunnel
Now he's laying in red that's a blood puddle (Bitch)

I can hop on a 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'nem had put him down stuffed him in the ground
And then that nigga got on the 'net crying
I can hop on a 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'nem had put him down stuffed him in the ground
And then that nigga got on the 'net crying



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Writer(s): Khaleel Johnson
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