High Talk

(Hook)
Fall back when you drunk and dont hit me with all that high talk
I suppose that you thinkin you starvin is somehow my fault
Grew up in the trenches finessin the narcs with drywall
Bowser really died i kicked candles up out the sidewalk
Ain't gon be doing all that back and forth
Get the drop on that bitch we gon be at your door
Before it was any rapping we was just trapping for it
Anytime somethin happen they blamin wax for it

(Verse 1)
Have some common sense when you bangin and dont hit my line
Bringin all your problems up to me gon have me in demise
Succa spoke on me in his interview tryna get some shine
Keep that energy when you be near pressure gets applied
Rest in peace murals for buddy ain't gon bring him back tho
Ion trust anyone else how come ion get it back tho
He ain't gon stand on no biz all that shit is cap bro
Ima play stupid like i wonder what he got smacked fo
Damn that shit brazy ain't it im not broke no mo my fake homies all say im changin
Started with nothing nobody ever gave me nathan
Big steppa these balenciagas could shake the pavement
Hustled my way out a predicament i was born into
How you gon hate me for wanting out the trenches more than you
Watchin me whip up might think i attended a cordon bleu
Mission accomplished i seen his picture on the morning news

(Hook)
Fall back when you drunk and dont hit me with all that high talk
I suppose that you you starving is somehow my fault
Grew up in the trenches finessin the narcs with drywall
Bowser really died i kicked candles up out the sidewalk
Ain't gon be doing all that back and forth
Get the drop on that bitch we gon be at your door
Before it was any rapping we was just trapping for it
Anytime somethin happen they blamin wax for it

(Verse 2)
Succa slip and fall in the supermarket im gettin blamed
I told her put that pussy away just lemme get some brain
Think im tide stick or some the way i hit the stain
Offensive coordinator with all of these different plays
Flip this lil switch the stock folds back
Fratenizin with the other side dont get yo soul snatched
All exotics in my woods i only smoke thrax
When you hit me choose yo words carefully like his phones tapped

(Hook)
Fall back when you drunk and dont hit me with all that high talk
I suppose that you you starving is somehow my fault
Grew up in the trenches finessin the narcs with drywall
Bowser really died i kicked candles up out the sidewalk
Ain't gon be doing all that back and forth
Get the drop on that bitch we gon be at your door
Before it was any rapping we was just trapping for it
Anytime somethin happen they blamin wax for it