Talk My Sh*t - The Wow

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