Can I sing for you? Niggas lookin' worked up I got 'em mad and now their feelings gettin' turned up You say you poppin', but your crowds be soundin' chirped up Them crickets louder than your baby mama's first cook Nigga, get your work up My dawgs with me like we in PetCo I'm a OG, you a retro (ugh) The niggas hatin' on me ride the metro I earned so much, I'm Ernesto Been doin' this shit from the get-go And my eyes real, real low from the petrol (true) The snakes gon' hate, let the Drac' go But you can't hate when my chain cost your payroll (damn) Pen game good and my dick good (wow) I really wish your bitch would Got her ass out, she a standout (mm) If she got a kid, I'm a dad now TSA trip with the pat-down Feel like Herbo, when a nigga got them racks out What I gotta do to go dumb? Your girlfriend know where I'm from I'm a west coast nigga, but you already know (ooh-wee) I got hunnids in my pockets and your bitch at the door I'm like DiCaprio on Wall Street I'ma hustle real hard 'til they off me I'm a wolf in the pack like I'm Lil B Nigga, you can't faze me, you crazy I really gotta talk this talk (yeah, say what?) I really gotta walk this walk (say what?) I really gotta talk my shit (true) I really make some calls (true, true) I really gotta talk this talk (goddamn, say word?) I really gotta walk this walk (goddamn, uh-huh) I really gotta let 'em know I ain't here for fuckin' jokes (no way) I'm in this death I'm still livin' The perfect juxtaposition (yeah) Throw on my joggers and Jordans My shorty hold me up like Jordan and Pippen The flu game, I flew over continents just losin' scholarships They was just tryna get rid of us niggas I just say, "Screw 'em" like fill ups with with us Philanthropy, now I peed in a cup For my niggas who knew they were reekin' of drugs And the system for you down and not to come up Nigga gon' shoot down your dream for the club Still ain't gettin' in (in), still aimin' to win I had to move out, I still can't with the fam (yeah) Her shit be movin', I still can't really dance I had to lose all that shit I was taught I had to duke it out, I had to fault I had to fight 'cause I don't wanna talk I really gotta talk this talk (yeah, say what?) I really gotta walk this walk (say what?) I really gotta talk my shit (true) I really make some calls (true, true) I really gotta talk this talk (goddamn, say word?) I really gotta walk this walk (goddamn, uh-huh) I really gotta let 'em know I ain't here for fuckin' jokes (no way)
Written by: Diego, Nami, Adam Amine Daniel, Irvin Mejia, Tahj Malik Chandler
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