I Had a Talk With My Man

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Talk To ’Em Lyrics

[Verse 1]

I'm from the streets where the youngin's be tryna touch a dime

Lose your life at any moment, gotta tuck the nine

They see an opp and get to bussin', make 'em duck inside

When it started gettin' dark, Mama told me to "come inside"

If you rob me and I see you again, then what I do justified

Puttin' holes in the opposition and leave him red like just like he customized

I'm a bad influence with I made him fuckin' lie

I got dough like chauffeur, no you ain't touchin' mine

They said my "drеam is dead" but just like a zombie, I madе it come to life

I'm the one that these rappers are nothin' like

I ain't phoney I'm too real just like a fuckin' bike

You talk about the struggle but you don't know what the struggle like

Dealin' while in school I had to juggle life

With a pistol on my side, that's my parallel just like a double line

Kick the door and get the money, told the getaway driver to "run the light"

If you gettin' robbed then give it up, no need to lose your fuckin' life

Or they gonna leave you leakin' when they bust the pipe

You don't wanna die, I know you love your life

You got shot, now you pray that the paramedics come in time

Fallin' cold like the winter, when they spring with that heat just like the summer time

If you come, then you better be comin' right

Or I’m shootin' this choppa about a dozen times

Like a car I'ma break you down then leave you on the side

[Interlude]

911, what are you reporting?

My house is getting robbed right now

What address are you at?

(Censored) 13th Avenue, Southwest

Do you see someone inside?

Ye-Yeah, he's inside right now

Okay, where are you?[Verse 2]

He's fuckin' dead in his livin' room

Now his family gotta put him in a suit

They took off his top like the clippers do

You ain't grindin' if you get to the point where you ain't got shit to do

They only want your money, so be careful when they gettin' close like a fittin' room

They ain't your homies if they makin' plans and they skippin' you

In this world, you gon have some haters and people tryna fuckin' get rid of you

And be careful with these bitches, 'cause they only want you if they feelin' you

Shit, your baby mama probably gettin' painted like Mrs. Hugh

They only thinkin' 'bout the money when they missin' you

The reason that we call them tricks is because they be trickin' you

They only want you if you drippin' dude

That's why they do not want you if you missin' shoes

You gotta pay attention, you don't wanna end up missin' clues

They see you slippin', thats their openin', they killin' you

What if that was yo brother or sister who got shot in the street?

Life is crazy and she ain't showin' sympathy

It don't matter if you're an adult, a kid, or a senior she gon' wipe out the trilogy

She movin' fast like she worked on agility

They want me dead, yeah, they wishin' like Timothy

Fuck yo soldiers, I'ma wipe out your infantry

If they want the smoke, they can get it free

Bullets in my gun, gonna fly like Neo and Trinity

I'm whackin' everyone in the vicinity

With this rap nobody's lit as me

No, you couldn't compare like a similie

When it comes to the rap, I'm doin it differently

I got a goal, I see it so vividly

I ain't sellin' my soul, middle finger to the industry

Tryna take my freedom, gon lead to some injuries

On these beats, yeah, I slide like I'm slippery

With these lyrics, I could body any rapper critically

If you dont know what I'm sayin' then you not a critic B

How you make a plan and not do it?

You gonna give up 'cause it's not movin'?

Rap God, boy, I'm not human

They won't listen 'til you talk to 'em

How you make a plan and not do it?

You gonna give up 'cause it's not movin'?

Rap God, boy, I'm not human

They won't listen 'til you talk to 'em[Outro]

How you make a plan and not do it?

You gonna give up 'cause it's not movin'?

Rap God, boy, I'm not human

They won't listen 'til you talk to 'em

How you make a plan and not do it?

You gonna give up 'cause it's not movin'?

Rap God, boy, I'm not human

They won't listen 'til you talk to 'em