Slick Talk Lyrics

The dollar sign is a lifestyle, in the booth with my jewelry like right now

All the commotion you niggas dropping homie just pipe down

Anytime I'm reciting these writings, they be like wow

Always made my moves on the low like a night owl

When I was a YoungN' they told me that I was a nice child

All I do is think it and say it and then I write down

Oh if that's ya main thing, you might wanna change things

You win some you lose some, that's just the game king

I grew up in a hood, where we did the same things

Most gang bang, other niggas slang thangs

Money and respect, a plus if the fame came

I'm still playing when the game change

GEE$

If you think you smooth, you aint slick as me

Neck full of gold, got me feeling like Im Mr. T

When I walk up in the spot, the pretty bitches kiss my feet

They think a nigga ballin', and I aint even hit the league

You know, we was selling O's like Krispy Kreme

Had green in all flavors like its Listerine

Was making small paper, when I was just a teen

But when I got my breakthrough then I crushed the scene

Got checks with the realest ones, felt like endless funds

Imagine how my granny felt, knowing Ima dealer son

When the cops came to the crib, she aint tell em none

I know she prayed for me in the bathtub like Reverend Run

No a nigga never run, steady facing the consequences

Everyday until I die, pray to god that ima get it

Biggie album, the second disc, number eight, Sky's The Limit

If you gotta good thing going, please don't let yo pride kill it

Never satisfied even once I get the nine digits

Ain't even in my prime, flowing outta my mind with it

I can pull the baddest in the spot in five minutes

Shots of Deleon, on the rocks with the lime in it

Know I'm on my grind, I aint never slacking homie

Catch me out in public, know its more than the rapping homie

Oscar nominated, cause all you niggas acting homie

Don't get ya picture in a frame or a caption homie

If you think you smooth, you aint slick as me

Neck full of gold, got me feeling like I'm Mr. T

When I walk up in the spot, the pretty bitches kiss my feet

They think a nigga ballin', and I ain't even hit the league