Lyrics Cheap Talk - Classified

Cheap Talk

Nothin you could tell me
(«And there’s nothin»)
Ain’t nothin you could tell me, yeah
(«After the fire is»)
Yeah
(«Gone, gone»)
They want to say that I’m a cheap skate (yeah), grindin 'til my teeth ache (ha)
But please wait, let me speak over this beat break (Class)
I won’t ever Jackpot or win the sweepstakes (nope)
I’ll jack pot when I steal it from your weed bags (haha)
Smokin marijuana 'til I can’t see straight
But these days it takes more for me to seem blazed
For Pete’s sakes, I ain’t tryin to be a mooch (what?)
You ain’t tryin to share, quit tryin to be a scrooge
Kid at lunch break always bummin for a dime (yeah)
Pissin people off, always buttin into line (yeah)
Takin what I can, always get in where I fit in (right)
Tight with my cash 'cause I rap for a livin (ha)
Not a greedy cat but a pretty cheap cat
I know what I’m about, you can keep your feed-back
Record label hate me 'cause I talk like I’m broke
They try to build my image but fuck 'em, what they know? (oh!)
(«And there’s nothin»)
Yeah
(«And there’s nothin»)
Yeah
(«After the fire is gone, gone»)
(«Kill all the cheap talk»)
(«And there’s nothin»)
Nothin you could tell me
(«And there’s nothin»)
Ain’t nothin you could tell me
(«After the fire is gone, gone»)
Yeah
(«Kill all the bullshit»)
And I ain’t tryin to hear you, I’m tryin to smoke this, move off
Plus I’m in the middle of this 12 pack like 2Pac (ha)
And don’t get all offensive (shit), cool off
Oh, now you name callin, I’m a bitch and too soft
I’ve been labeled everything, every name in the book
I’ve been dissed by many man but I’m stayin here put
Y’all ain’t sayin shit to me, 'cause your word don’t get to me
Givin lip to me, 'cause you want to live through me
Oh, jealousy it’ll get to the best of 'em
Funny I ain’t shit, but they think it’s a step for 'em
They listen right now and think it’s addressin them
Think you hit a nerve? Motherfucker just guess again, and
(«And there’s nothin»), nothin you could tell me
We «Perfect Strangers», shut it cousin Balki
I ain’t a sucker, ain’t nothin you could sell me
Class won’t be taught, then I’ll pass on your offerin (yeah)
Cheap skate, growin up a hockey player, had the cheap skates
Try workin out but only usin free weights (get it)
This mind frame keepin me paid
I’m in the game like EA, so bring it back DJ
(«And there’s nothin»)
Yeah
(«And there’s nothin»)
Yeah
(«After the fire is gone, gone»)
(«Kill all the bullshit»)
(«And there’s nothin»)
Nothin you could tell me
(«And there’s nothin»)
Ain’t nothin you could tell me
(«After the fire is gone, gone»)
(«Kill all the cheap talk»)
(«Kill, kill, kill all the bullshit»)
(«Cheap talk, the bullshit»)
(«Cheap talk, the bullshit»)
(«Gone»)