Small Talk (Remix) ft. Mic Righteous Lyrics

I don't do small talk

I do pounds and kilos, ounces; I don't do small talk

And they wanna put me in their system, you can't put me in four walls

Got gold in my mouth like Paul Wall

Your man broadband coz he talk talk

Yo Chawe, turn me up man, it's the remix

I don't do small talk

I do pounds and kilos, ounces; I don't do small talk

And they wanna put me in their system, you can't put me in four walls

Got gold in my mouth like Paul Wall

Your man broadband coz he talk talk

My mum said "Son, give it your all"

Yeah

They want a remix, I said no way

Then I thought "Bring it back to the old days"

Back if a chick didn't like me, the hoe's gay

Still put my meat in her mouth like Salt Bae

I never sold weight, never sold packs

I just stayed in my yard and I wrote raps

Now when I spit I go black like Kodak

And I don't say "No cap" coz they know that

Uh, I remember one mad night

I told myself that I would be that guy to grow up and rap like

Eminem and all of these rap guys

But now I run tracks, everybody get lapped twice, I'm that nice

Spin a nigga like black ice on bad drives

Your best a snore fest, it's nap time

But when I rap, it's holy water, I'm baptized

(Hallelujah)

But I'm really a villain, I'm killin' 'em with the synonyms

Heal em like penicillin before I come on the kill again

Couple of cans in my hand, man I feel like Mo Gilligan

Couple of grand in the bank, maybe ten is the minimum

I just came for the bag, never gonna get rid of him

Until the whole stash adding up to a million

Nebula is going mad, what the hell has got into him

All the silence is killing him coz shhhh

I don't do small talk

I do pounds and kilos, ounces; I don't do small talk

And they wanna put me in their system, you can't put me in four walls

Got gold in my mouth like Paul Wall

Your man broadband coz he talk talk

My mum said "Son, give it your all"

I don't do small talk

I do pounds and kilos, ounces; I don't do small talk

And they wanna put me in their system, you can't put me in four walls

Got gold in my mouth like Paul Wall

Your man broadband coz he talk talk

My mum said "Son, give it your all"

My dad said "Son, it's vital, now you kill everyone and protect the title"

Look dad dead in his eyes and said "Alright, cool"

Now I'm surrounded by dead bodies and it's my fault

It's Righteous but I call him Michael

We are not the same because I'm cool

What's that? Contract? Fine Print?

You want writing? Alright then, type this: suck on my dick and then my balls

Only doing favours for myself

Like tinted flavours on my shelf

I like black girls, thai girls, white girls

Psyche, I only got eyes for my girl

I like anything that benefits my health

I like anything that benefits my wealth

I'll be a burden hurt to the high hells

Looks a bit like hell, welcome to my world

Is Mic well? How the fuck can I tell?

I do pounds and kilos then I sell all the pounds and kilos to the clientele

I'm bound to reload the next four

I'm about to kick down like a next door

Lemme finish this and get back to connect four

Haha I don't do small talk, I do less talk

I don't do small talk

I do pounds and kilos, ounces; I don't do small talk

And they wanna put me in their system, you can't put me in four walls

Got gold in my mouth like Paul Wall

Your man broadband coz he talk talk

My mum said "Son, give it your all"

I don't do small talk

I do pounds and kilos, ounces; I don't do small talk

And they wanna put me in their system, you can't put me in four walls

Got gold in my mouth like Paul Wall

Your man broadband coz he talk talk

My mum said "Son, give it your all"

So, I don't do small talk