Talk Lyrics

Look first you learn the game

Then they change the rules (on ya)

Then you learn the rules

So they change the game

I must refrain from going off

I hope you fuckers cough

Got the lead

I'll bleed before I fuck it off

Run it my son

Run it my son

Gun it on the news

And the views

And the ig might be

On your timeline nightly

Fight me

My niggas dont talk

Everybody talking cool shit (cool shit)

Are you muthafuckas really tryna do this, do this

Guess you niggas really think I'm stupid

I isn't, the cynic setting up clinics center stage at the senate

Constitution, tearing up pages up in it

My niggas won't in the room

When yall decided who winning

Leviathan independent

Sign of the times that be ending

Instead of signing a check

They steady cuttin the spending

These sinners feeling odd these days

I've really needed god of late

I've been living in an honest space

I don't really know if I'm okay

Run it my son

Run it my son

Gun it on the news

And the views

And the ig might be

On your timeline nightly

Fight me

My niggas don't talk

Look first you learn the game

Then they change the rules (on ya)

Then you learn the rules

So they change the game

I must refrain from going off

I hope you fuckers cough

Got the lead

I'll bleed before I fuck it off

Run it my son

Run it my son

Gun it on the news

And the views

And the ig might be

On your timeline nightly

Fight me

My niggas don't talk

Won't try to play you I'm a sinner on g

The planet only paying nominal fees to breathe,

The comic won't be decieved

Understand it but I'm planning on claiming the seat

Yall niggas got feet

So stand on your own

Know my eye on the sky

Yea my mind on the chrome

I been timing the signs

I might wind up alone

But what's new for a nigga

Born staring at a man with a trigger

A sinner feeling odd these days

And the Kid is screaming symphonies to me

When you mention me

An Atlas is a book of views

Run it my son

Run it my son

Gun it on the news

And the views

And the ig might be

On your timeline nightly

Fight me

My niggas don't talk

Look first you learn the game

Then they change the rules (on ya)

Then you learn the rules

So they change the game

I must refrain from going off

I hope you fuckers cough

Got the lead

I'll bleed before I fuck it off

Run it my son

Run it my son

Gun it on the news

And the views

And the ig might be

On your timeline nightly

Fight me

My niggas dont talk

Silent actors, moving corpses on a broken stage

Money plays, homie u better know what you gonna say

When they come for you

Don't get comfortable

And don't you get confused

What you gonna do

When they put the light on you

Put the light on me

And pay attention,

Mad4tlas in the atmosphere

The atmosphere has failed to mention

How the situation came to be

Cause there's a cancer in they system

So they all came to me

A sinner feeling odd these days

And the Kid is screaming symphonies to me

When you mention me

An Atlas is a book of views