|
Yeah niggas, so this is what it all boils down to, ha? |
|
Ha?This is what it's come to, ha? |
|
Ha?Playoffs, yo booms, fuck that |
|
We back, baby |
|
I ain't asked you to fear it |
|
Mandatory you think about it after you hear it |
|
And it's the evils that's gonna make you have to compare it |
|
You know me, |
|
I swing back through and see who got hit after |
|
I air itBut it ain't about shit, niggas mumble about my outfits |
|
But I'm humble, |
|
I keep my mouth shut |
|
Lacin' them well, it was destined for |
|
J's in the cell |
|
I can make you a reservation to hell |
|
Then blow you out the water, |
|
I'm out of your order |
|
Me verse any rapper is slaughter |
|
Something like a poet and an author |
|
The only difference is that |
|
I mix slick talk with pain and torture |
|
One false move will cost ya, these lames will cross ya |
|
Don't let the game extort ya |
|
Try to learn from what the game has taught ya |
|
I'm the author of slick talk, pain and torture |
|
One false move will cost ya, these lames will cross ya |
|
Don't let the game extort ya |
|
Try to learn from what the game has taught ya |
|
I'm the author of slick talk, pain and torture |
|
Yo, I'ma take the responsibility for bringing it back |
|
They rappin' with hostility, meanin' they whack |
|
But then again, |
|
I feel 'em |
|
Knowin' that they up against a nigga just like myself that'll kill 'em |
|
I gotta spend a buck at the dealer for suede ceilings |
|
Lotta bodies drop because of betrayed feelins' |
|
What other rappers you know made it and stay dealin' |
|
Smart niggas just fell back and they saved millions |
|
These are pedestrian bars for the civilians |
|
Shoes is Italian, handgun |
|
BrazilianOpen it up and see what |
|
Kiss brought ya |
|
Slick talk, pain and torture |
|
One false move will cost ya, these lames will cross ya |
|
Don't let the game extort ya |
|
Try to learn from what the game has taught ya |
|
I'm the author of slick talk, pain and torture |
|
One false move will cost ya, these lames will cross ya |
|
Don't let the game extort ya |
|
Try to learn from what the game has taught ya |
|
I'm the author of slick talk, pain and torture |
|
Yo, I flip words around, sorta like birds and pounds |
|
Rub shoulders in the industry with nerds and clowns |
|
Give it to whoever deserve the rounds |
|
Hollow tips, move organs and nerves around |
|
Get money, fuck riffin' |
|
I'm definitely cut different, |
|
I twist honey's, puff piffin |
|
Get my insight from an old |
|
GWith a good job and all that buddy love sniffin' |
|
Shit talker, playboy, |
|
British walker |
|
Rather be home like, "God, please get 'em off us" |
|
After the sun shine, it gets darker |
|
Slick talk, pain and torture |
|
One false move will cost ya, these lames will cross ya |
|
Don't let the game extort ya |
|
Try to learn from what the game has taught ya |
|
I'm the author of slick talk, pain and torture |
|
One false move will cost ya, these lames will cross ya |
|
Don't let the game extort ya |
|
Try to learn from what the game has taught ya |
|
I'm the author of slick talk, pain and torture |
