Talkin Lyrics

You gotta put the, wait, this Shotti right

You gotta put that Jawn on there

Wait, this Shotti right

I told dukes that Ima make it, just stay patient and believe

Lost my uncle and start grinding, I ain't take no time to grieve

Tatted Sasi on my chest on top my heart, cus she the key

Put my brothers on some money, cus they put they faith in me

Niggas tryna take them shots cus now I'm winning, ain't no beef

You ain't back me, you was laughing, now you tryna make a plea

Keep my eyes on the green, I put my pride on these sheets

And she a freak, but you know she gone act shy for the streets

And he a leach, so you know he full of lies and deceit

I keep the peace, cus I know it's gone get grimy if I reap

Ain't have a seat, told myself I'm gone keep grinding till they see

I made promises, can't go back on them promises

But mama I need time, Ain't have no time but I made time for this

Game full of cons, saying they got me, they lied, it broke my confidence

I tried to show them I'm good with these rhymes, they told me I should quit

Why you say you changed when You still going wit this lying shit

Bullets slaying niggas like witches, I'm on some Hansel shit

Bullets have em twitching, he glitching on some robotic shit

All this side switching, just watch them niggas you mobbing wit

That door open nigga, them bonds broken

I was hoping we would've kept this shit going, we was rolling

In the back of the BMW

I tried to see the good in you

Why you had to go looking for trouble, that shit was under you

Flexing on ya brothers, I'm praying that they don't humble you

You gotta stay down

We slide around swinging at niggas just like a playground

Left them courts alone, we just taking shots where they lay now

Souls getting deported, we putting em on the greyhound

Hoes they be extorting, them children just need supporting

Bros said I'm the ticket, they treating me like I'm Jordan

Putting me in the stu, they said, Shotti don't stop recording

Lotta my niggas listen, don't share it, I can't ignore it

Damn, that shit annoying but I ain't the type to force it

Damn, these niggas tourists, they only here for the moment

Feeding niggas they bloated, but they don't put in no tokens

They knew lil brodie could shoot, so his cell door never open

Lotta shit left me broken, but I stood ten high

Lotta scars on my person, but I'm good inside

Shooting, but they ain't focused, so some good kids die

Never had too much going, what the good feel like

These niggas spiteful

You try to leave the hood by doing good, and they don't like you

But you go out, start shooting up the hood, and they gone hype you

Till police come and knock up on that wood, now they tekashi

Telling on everybody

Now the hood get indicted

Now you just rocking orange, but in the hood you was the flyest

Honey bun currency but you had bands in ya pockets

Now ya hands on a pocket, you a bitch

You ain't want that lifestyle, you should've quit Lil nigga

Lil nigga