Lyrics Talk My Shit - The Wow

Talk My Shit

Look
Straight from the abyss
KO going apes
Im in the midst
Getty told me to score
I waited for the assist
Half-court shot my nigga
Swish
I see MC’s jealous
Ive been behind hard bars for years
Committing felonies
Never listen to what industry niggas tellin me
Never buying dreams that labels be tryna sell to me
Keep smoking because Im too fire
I deserve the crown
Call me the new sire
In the fast lane homey I cruise by ya
You Ducati, Im Bugatti
You too tired
Im four wheelin
I came here to restore feelin
I murk tracks
And I plan on doing some more killin
And lord willin
Im straight to the top it
You a lie
And Im the mother fucking opposite
Cause Im the truth
Ask around if you need proof
Spit fire when Im in the booth
Im gonna continue to grind til Im rich
As a Maloof
Or even richer
You ain’t seeing the big picture
If I ain’t come up around ya
Im never seen with ya
We get money and divvy up the loot
Messsin with us is a trivial pursuit
And we don’t play that
Follow the movement
Number one, I don’t have to assume it
Talk my shit
A hundred dollar conversation with a millionaire
California kush, the aroma in the air
They tell me Giacomorelli’s
I should get a pair
But I ain’t got that kinda paper this shit isn’t fair
But fuck it I deserve the opulence
They know it too so they throwing a nigga compliments
Foreign documents
Concerts on other continents
Got a nigga ego bigger than a fucking monument
They hear him but they don’t feel him
Give me the keys to the game or Im gonna steal em
When you tryin to make a name you gotta thrill em
Fuck it show me my competition and Im gonna kill em
Like a murderer
Then i take the crown like a burglar
Swear niggas never come around with the circular
In the field Im the real deal
You a perjurer
Sex appeal and some high heels
I can work with her
She don’t love me
At least that i know my momma cares
I love going home
Cause there ain’t no drama there
And Obama care treats big pharma fair but
They don’t give a shit about me as far as Im aware
But I ain’t fittin to get all into that
The way Im spitting bars its like I invented rap
Got the key to the stars underneath my fitted cap
Once the games ours mother fuckers never get it back
Don’t give props give me payment
In the presence of a king hit the pavement
I cool a hot nigga off
Where the flame went?
Kill a top dog nigga just for entertainment, bow
Follow the movement
Talk my shit
Number one, I don’t have to assume it