TALENT OF THE HOUR Lyrics

Nigga, I'll die bout my fuckin' respect Pops was born in 68, now he hang on my neck

And I carry him in spirit when it comes to a check

Money good when they come to collect She say she always pray for me, that's the

Type of shit I expect And for my love, Semper Fi, I'll fight to the

Death I got pain in my heart, but a pep in my step

I been dancin' with the devil, but I do it the best

God body on my fist, ain't no Mitchell and Ness

But when I die, you can tell him that he came from the west

With some food for your soul, all she wanted was sex

And some tunes full of gold, rubies, diamonds, baguettes

You are now tuned in to fuck whoever go next

It's the talent of the hour, Swizzleman in the flesh

I need a freak in the sheets, on the mic, I caress

Singin' somethin', somethin', somethin' bout a bitch and regrets

I'm just sayin', I used to run the streets with these hoes

But now I'm waitin' for you, until you fall through

Girl, stop playin', you been on my mind for so long

I got this thing about you, I just hope you stay true

I'm just sayin', I used to run the streets with these hoes

But now I'm waitin' for you, until you fall through

Girl, stop playin', you been on my mind for so long

I got this thing about you, I just hope you stay true

I'm just sayin

I used to run the streets with these hoes

But now I'm waitin' for you, until you fall through

Girl, stop playin', you been on my mind for so long

I got this thing about you, I just hope you stay true

I'm just sayin