Fever Talk 2 Lyrics

I told them n***** they really ain't bout it

They talking they shit but it's really just cap

I Took a break from the game just to put in some pain

Putting Harlem world back on the map

I'm from the gutta that's word to my mother

I keep me a job and I stay in the trap

Work hard for mine so I never look back

I had to do this I love to talk facts

I know it's my time for real

I'm with them n***** that never switched up

Most n***** be lying for real

Get tricked out the game while you trying to keep up

I'm the one

They all looking up to

Day Gotti

Got the drip in the duffle

I'm all money in

Nipsey Hussle

Yeah I'm showing love

To my Rips too

Keep me two Ninas, I swear I don't lack (uh yeah)

Yeah that's a fact

I run it all up, and I make it all back

Uh look, I'm paid off rap

N***** talk tough but ain't built like that

Uh yeah, go check the stats

I'm from where n***** get robbed for they pack

Facts, make em buy that shit back

Fever on timing

Wrist shinning

I don't need light

My shit blinding

Tryna catch up

Well keep trying

I got your bitch

On me whining

She begging me

Fever don't go

Can't cuff a thot

Can't love on no hoe

Like Fever

You know you the meanest

Young hooter

Like Gilbert Arenas

I walk in the spot

30 on me bitch I'm hot

I'm everything your man not

You could price check what I got

These n***** is mad soft

Do this shit with my mask off

Like Jimmy I blast off

In the field in the back of a track hawk