Talk To ’Em

[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