Lyrics:
Ultimate talk, championship
Ultimate talk, championship
Ultimate talk, championship
Ultimate talk, championship ultimate talk
Living massive
own
Sometimes I can't find it at home
It hides in the stove (hello, where you at?)
Shit, talk about your brain being baked
My shit's still in
half mixed
All pretty chicks
From the fat to the slim
And they all about the business
Feelin like a villain
When I get by the bar
At a round the way
you're wham or not, talk bad and you might get rocked
Bro got a bird, but the clocks won't stop, new young gs out on the block by the shop
Fill up them
population
These talks left him pacing, now he suffers from brain disintergration
No thoughts or information, it started raining visibility low
This had no
to talk if you ain't trynna ride
And I got two full fifths with a whole lotta kick
With a code that I wrote
Imma goat but a kid
She cut slim thick
She take
all to ask, 'Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?'"
So this is it, this is what I wished for
Just isn't how I envisioned it
Fame to the point
stranger fuck it it's a fine
Guess I see you niggas on the flip side
Don't forget about me while I'm inside
Counting on you while I'm doing this time
You
"Ay, get the uh
Aye, pick up the phone
No, no, no, the trap phone, let me see it
Hello"
Why you wanna talk bout love
You can't fall in love
Why you
got the cost of a house on my necklace
That boy reckless, straight out of Texas
I ain't goin' talk about my Sprewells, why yall know I got em
I ain't
fronting, I wasn't under pressure
Took me some verses to get it like the Book of Esther
Too Biblical for the lyrical
My reflection talk back to me, my
you talk about God
Don't mean that you gonna live it
Everybody wanna thug
Nobody walkin in love
Homie Christ shed His blood
While you lettin off slugs
Sometimes I get along with my mind
How surprising. After everything I write
Think I'd despise everything about it
I don't doubt it. Lets rewind
They beef be virtual
Niggas hate talk Shit pockets slim please take it personal
I read between lines fuck his time can't get no verse at all
Can't
drop some Benjamin's
Try to lock it up them youngins that I send
Still get it in
I won't talk or fight about a bitch
I nod get rid of him
Spin back
with her like i do kunfu
See People love to talk about the shit they won't do
And they hate to talk about the shit they goin do
Cause they ain't doing
, think about it
Write me, baby,
When you need someone to talk by you
Whenever
Then I won't come back
You know my answer, my answer
Then I won't come back
Preachers saying God got us, but the devil's out
You talk about being at the bottom of the stockpile
You was giving hand-me-downs
I don't wanna hear
my time
I have to stick by her, too, while I'm serving her time
It's kind of romantic if you think about it, Rand
A man can't testify against his wife
A lot of people ask me stupid fuckin' questions
A lot of people think that what I say on record
Or what I talk about on a record
That I actually
A lot of people ask me stupid fuckin' questions
A lot of people think that what I say on record
Or what I talk about on a record
That I actually
it
Yeah, yeah, I tell the world all about it
Girl, I'm loving what you dutumi
Crave to feel your touch on me
Love it when you talk to me
Every time I'm
a riot
If I don't talk about it on my album, they won't buy it
Man, fuck that, listen up, quiet
They wanna see a black man fall down, uh
They wanna see
like semons
I give her the dick when she earn it
I need that wet shit
She got my name on a necklace
Get a bag make sure its hefty
You can come by, give
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