Talent Lyrics

Yeah

Imma lay it down

Listen up, I've been climbing so hard for the top, I've gots to be

I've been sitting back, realizing this, my mind is such a trap. I don't even hear the motherfucking lack. I can't produce this shit, cause my credit's all whack

I got this whole life of my lies on the line. I got the individualistic sense of time. I got the motherfucking haters always on the grind

Trying to see which way they can cross my fucking mind. But I don't see the same shit that you on. I got the motherfucking mentality of a don

What you wanna see a real big Sicilian. This motherfucking man with the type-O blood in his palm

I got that shit rolling back, laid back like a fucking futuristic trap. I got the fucking talent and I swing it on a whack

Motherfucking beat cause I know this shit whack. If you wanna come my way you better bring it. I got a fucking cross on a tear on a hitta

Motherfuckers don't wanna see this here. But I tell you one thing really fucking clear. I'm about to be in this bitch number fucking one

I'm about to show these bitches the love of a son. Where you been? That's a whole road been so long. I've been at the top for a while, it never dawned

What the fuck you wanna do where you be when you in the ground? Is you laying the beats down before you make the sounds

I bet you ain't hell nah you better bring to a round. Cause I'ma show your ass in a second where we now

I got this shit like a motherfucking man. Mysterized motherfucking minds of the planet. You ain't got shit you better leave in the bank

The Mario gang and we leave this fucking land. We been on the struggle, we been on the fucking grind. Make a motherfucking use of mystery mind

I got them hypnotized like the fucking mind. Like three six hell nah I'm always on my grind

I got this shit laid down every fucking breath. I'm about to bring this shit back like true rap

And I got the whole gang. Lil Wayne will you sign my fucking name