No Fear in My Heart

[Intro: DJ Lucas]
(Tony, it's me)
Let me talk my talk, let me talk my talk, man, it's DJ, DJ, DJ, man (DJ, clink, talk my talk)
Alright (Smoke)
DJ (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: DJ Lucas]
I'm a roadrunner, so you know I gotta floor it (DJ)
Three-five in my bleep, pass me the lighter, I'ma torch it
And the price keep goin' up, it's gettin' harder to afford it
They put no fear in my heart just like the parking enforcement (DJ)
If you lookin' for the sites, then you found the right department (Go)
And the ticket so low, they don't even try to bargain
Got the grass, I got the 'shrooms like I'm working in a garden
And I really talk my talk, they like, "DJ really barking"
Yeah, I live my life and then I put it in the song
I got a custy waiting for me at the Bed Bath & Beyond
And my name is in the Bible after Matthew, Mark, and John
They say they deep out in the woods, but y'all just by the koi pond
Man, you said what? What you get it for?
'Cause you know we got them pillows like the fuckin' linen store
And I tried to be polite, but now I gotta kick the door
Bitch, I really talk my talk in case some people misinformed

[Verse 2: Chicken P]
Huh, they like how I just do this shit, Nike might endorse me
He say he wanted dog, he wanted dog, brung in a Yorkie
I got 'bows, highs and lows, but you gotta help me sort 'em
This must be a turtle race, you moving like a tortoise
Huh, I could cook a brick up, turn the camera on, record it
I could show you niggas how to ball, get your rookie ass on this court, bitch
I'm a rich nigga, I won't touch her if she poor
This fit one-of-one, you won't catch it in the store
Hmm, hmm, hit the court, you won't catch this bitch in sport
I might as well ride a horse, all these motherfuckin' horses
I could still get you booked, I was cuttin' all my courses
I move more weight in this trap than a motherfuckin' forklift
He must've never seen one, he just called the Porsche a Porsche
I done whipped more babies than abortion (No cap)
I done seen more boy and girl than an orphan
I can take you down this yellow brick road, let's go see Dorothy

[Verse 3: DJ Lucas]
On the path less traveled, but I'm 'bout to bust a move (DJ)
All the drugs up in my body, I'm about to touch the moon
When I pull up to your city, come and meet me in the park
Yeah, they don't want no drama, this is just performing arts
Haters are my motivation, got it written on my arm
And I cut the middleman out, I be going to the farm (Smoke)
And my girl be at the crib, so I be serving out the car
I serve a custy just smokin' a cigarette outside the bar

[Outro: DJ Lucas]
DJ, let me talk my talk, man, you know what's goin' on, man
DJ, man, 413, 414, man (DJ)
It's crazy, clink
I talk my talk, man
Brr