TALKIN’ MY JAZZ!

[Intro: LANDO]
Yeah
Ayy
Talk

[Verse 1: LANDO]
You can't put me down, I been running with dogs, it's fuck the pound
Never caught wild, cut to the chase I'm running miles on
I started rapping, they said I wouldn't be 'round long
A couple years later, just now I'm putting my town on
This side is greater than gracious, you can't deny that I'm cold
You barely froze the tide, I got the flows on time
A little heat just had you popping, I keep pressure applied
And then you see me blowing up, like are you really surprised?
I been staying afloat, I never slip in the tide
I stay the same with my folks, I'm never switching on sides
They simplify, it's simple math to move with them guys
You knew at nine, never moving behind
I fast forward through the bullshit I'm never rewinding
('winding)
I challenge y'all to make it big without a signing or a star that you bothering
And there's a difference when you thirsty and you starving
You was chasing, I was finding

[Hook: LANDO, Vi11ain]
I see them stories and potholes with pop flows
Like goddamn, it got old, it's not cold
Motherfucker, I'm that cold, this new soul
Talking all this jazz, some King shit like Nat Cole
Uh, *mumbling*
Talking all this jazz, some King shit like Nat Cole
Cole, Cole, Cole, Cole
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Two on two, yeah

[Verse 2: Vi11ain]
Tryna drop miles ahead, just can't afford it
All these jazz beats keep the cash flowing
I been cold for way too long, I'm a goner
While my arms strong, building progress, where can I go wrong?
Been writing til dawn
Knowing that since Frank Ocean, gotta have some control
Can't fight with the motion
Yeah, like a wise man said
Promotion and touring is the key to this shit
For now, gotta focus on my sins 'cause I ain't big enough to live off this (Live off this)
And now hopefully one day this shit will feed my kids (My kids)
And no more stressing when LANDO and Vi11' got millions (Millions)
One day, yeah
One day, yeah
LANDO and Vi11' got millions (Yeah, yeah)
Ah, ah (Ahhh)
Ehh, eh
Let's talk our shit, jazz

[Hook: LANDO]
I see them stories and potholes with pop flows
Like goddamn, it got old, it's not cold
Motherfucker, I'm that cold, this new soul
Talking all this jazz, some King shit like Nat Cole
Talking all this jazz, some King shit like-

[Outro: Sample]
Talking all jazz
Let me talk in jazz
Let me talk in jazz