Let's Talk ft. LitooBandzz Lyrics

Let's talk about them hard times, why you fakin' like you happy

I guess all them likes on yo lil 'gram done turned to a distraction

Most niggas rather reach they goals, these niggas hustle backwards

And these bitches spend they last on lashes, when we in love wit the natural

But I keep a bitch who graphic, she a brat but still get nasty

Tryna hide her battle scars, she beat her face don't show her acne

And it's crazy how bein' fake can be mistaked, that's such a talent

And the ones who can't relate don't hold no weight, they outchea cappin

We told our queens to go live out yo dreams, they went got plastic

Don't let that social media shit influence what you after

I'm smokin' ashin, tellin' Peso, money, fuck the status

But I'd much rather invest up in these weapons when I'm rappin

Shit actually, I feel my karma creepin' up, lemme change my habits

It scarred me to my heart lil bro ain't hit me when it happened

Steady askin' God, like was it a backdoor, or was you lackin

Shit to keep it hot, you beat the odds, lil bro that's all that matter

My verses the illest I got me some practice

They ain't wanna feel it and now I be snappin

Pablo had died and got put in a casket

So now he the reason I keep me a ratchet

Rappin' a facet, had to go craft it

Came up from last, but I'm gon go the fastest

Took me some time for I learnt I was I him

Now my foot on the gas, Ima smash it

In honor of Pablo, we stackin

Whoever thought they would snatch him

My people had cried, that's the reason I'm live

And I vowed that I'm gon make it happen

They ain't wanna see me in action

They just wanna hear bout me gaspin

Laid in that puddle wit blood from my body

They gon say"I thought he was savage"

No it ain't funny, I stood on they neck

Gotta make sure we eat good wit a check

Pull up and give back to the hood and the 'jects

Cuz I know how it feel when you full of distress

Lookin' for rest, cook wit finesse

Been on yo grind and you pushin' for sex

That bitch actin' funny, she mushin' her ex

I know how it felt as a rookie at chess

Feel for that one, cuz she shoulda accessed

Give me yo all, then we coulda progressed

Wanted to stall and was hooked wit the next

You really a fraud and was crooked at best

Took to the net, but you stood incorrect

Can't even lie, hope you full of regret

All of my feelings I woulda suppressed

But if I'm bein' honest, that's booked for the next