Lyrics Talk My Shit - Fetty Wap

Talk My Shit

Even lie about
I ain’t even lie about
Ay, yeah baby
Ay, I ain’t even playing games
On god you can feel it
How dare you talk down
Like I’m not one of the realist
You hop a nigga back
Now I see you in your feelings
Paid all that shit back
Gave you the first million
Even before my kids, even before my mother
Ready to die for you nigga
You gon turn me on my brother
On god that shit hurt
Somehow I still love you nigga
Yeah, ha
You was something like a father figure
I ain’t even sign with niggas
Lost on the island now
They can’t even find me nigga
I can’t ven lie it ain’t about money at all
Coz, follow in your ways got m stacking it tall
You ain’t know the business
I was way too big of a star
It’s like having a Bugatti but can’t pay for the cars
Like chasing a lil bag when we should’ve been up
I made way over 10, but it wasn’t enough
It shoulda came on a truck
Go ahead, tell em I’m lying
Must got wings on me, tell em I’m flying
I was loyal for real
They all told me jump ship and bail
Stay down, I was walking on nails nigga
You can ask my soul they gon tell you I’m a soldier
Gotta watch your friends, keep your enemies close
Niggas always hate, gotta ride with the toes
Always know I be good, you ain’t know how to show it
You can ask my soul they gon tell you I’m a soldier
Gotta watch your friends, keep your enemies close
Niggas always hate, gotta ride with the toes
Always know I be good, I ain’t know how to show it
Ay, yeah
Niggas always ask me why you back in the field
I’m like, I just went back it was real
Still got family here
Most these niggas turned out snakes, but a few
Still in the burbs, penthouse with a view in it
Soon as I leave the hood get home and I view different
Lot a niggas heard I was down but a few witness it
Nigga I be sneaking this money this glue different
Sneaker boxes full of 50 the dresser got blues in it
Talking to the money, roll up and I cruise with it
Whenever I get more I’m letting the crew get it
Thinking bout these years I don’t regret it at all
Cause nigga I was happy to ball
I was throwing it all
I brought it all I don’t be shopping at all
So much tags I could open a store nigga
Yeah
I did it right but couldn’t save all my dogs
My hood angels got caught by the law
You can ask my soul they gon tell you I’m a soldier
Gotta watch your friends, keep your enemies close
Niggas always hate, gotta ride with the toes
Always know I be good, you ain’t know how to show it
You can ask my soul they gon tell you I’m a soldier
Gotta watch your friends, keep your enemies close
Niggas always hate, gotta ride with the toes
Always know I be good, I ain’t know how to show it
Yeah yeah baby