I. Talk Is Cheap - Enoch

We need more understanding of human nature, because the only real danger that

exists is man himself

He is the great danger

And we are pitifully unaware of it

Trying not to be cocky as shit

But checkin my numbers I’m runnin my city I’m really alone at the top of this

bitch

Oh you ain’t heard of it yet?

Ain’t no pressure no stress

Ain’t no threat boy just give a minute

Bullets heat seekin' it’s only Goat City who really be seein my shits when I

send it

No trippin trust me, no slack

I’ll be sitting here just countin my stacks

A nigga say I owe him shit?

How 'bout that

Empty out the bank buy a tank

Ammunition loaded up

If you gone come for it, my lad

Better have more than a vest.

Cuz it’s all splatter

Sick to my stomach, still on it, bastard

Only concern is my gallbladder

I move discrete, your talk is cheap

Put the money down we can talk after

Fuck chasing dreams, I execute schemes

I don’t really know what y’all after

Raised in the south so know that if you steppin'

You ain’t gotta ask I’m grabbing for a weapon

You niggas be cap, in your life, in your raps

I can’t take your word for it, boy I gotta question

If you say you better, how?

Oh it’s coming soon… just say you have your doubts

Come now, you can’t fuck wit me

I’m so Gate City like Crazy Kevin Powell

(Crazy Kevin Powell)

Mixed that with Anne Arundel, been survived the jungle

Ain’t no way to tear me down

This shit put bands in my account

So there ain’t shit you can tell me now

There ain’t shit you can tell him now

(but you can — you can come get this money with me though)

There ain’t shit you can tell me now

(It's enough of this motherfuckin' shit to go around)

W-w-w-w-who's your sensei?

And I

Got the trunk bangin' like a Box Chevy

(Box Chevy)

Tried to help 'em up but they not ready

(Not ready)

Goin thru my phone, now ya being petty

I’mma go real fast, Richard Petty

And I got real cash, no credit

Score just dropped I was being petty

I’ll pay 'em double next time tho

(Know that)

I put my bitch in Milano

Put your feet to the sky hoe aye

I’ll work her out no Tae Bo aye

Got her jumpin' like she hit a pothole aye

This my cheese, this is nachos aye

Ali just dropped one of them ones

(One of them ones for real)

Heard that shit and I got goosebumps

(Goosebumps for real)

All my beats yeah I made every one

(Most of 'em)

Enoch ran that music bag up

Now he got him a check and it’s blue on niggas

I’m finna make sure the numbers add up when I do my math

And I’m countin' my figures

(Yeah)

I got a bad feeling in my gut and it ain’t 'cause I’m drinkin' on too much

liquor

I’d be surprised if I wake up sober

I’ll bring the flood gates out like Noah

I’ll bring the monkey D out, No Luffy

Don’t be kissin' on me in public

One of my bitches might see us coming

Gave everything 'till I ain’t have nothin'

Where I’m at, this shit so sunny

And I was feeling this good when I ain’t have no money

I know you said that’d you’d be coming home soon, yeah, yeah

We know nothing of man … far too little

His psyche should be studied — because we are the origin of all coming evil