(Intro)
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Can I talk my shit?
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Yes you can
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Can I talk my shit?
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Yes you can
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Can I talk my shit?
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Yes you can
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Well I'm gone
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(Verse 1)
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I don't battle rap
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I write raps on a battle axe
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'Bout to damage cats
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You can't see me through your cataracts
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Matter fact, stop your life like a heart attack
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Then cabbage patch over your body
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Like I smoke crack
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I don't though, I need dough for my bankroll
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Might rob a bank and ask the teller for pesos
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Move to Mexico, sip on Jose Cuervo
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Playin' dominos with esses and locals
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I'm focal, quiet
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Cause I'm high when my thoughts vocal
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Watch your delivery, cause I'm going postal
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Coastal, sippin' rum on the coast of
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Watch your girl, she masturbate to my poster
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(Hook)
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Can I talk my shit
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Flow on the beat, just like this
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Makin' good music, not worried 'bout hits
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Just a young brother tryin' talk his shit
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Can I talk my shit
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Lemme talk my
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(Verse 2)
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For everyone who said I ain't good enough
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Hood enough, but asked be for features
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Every other month
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Should have a better hook, but fuck that
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I got you hooked with these flows and boom baps
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I kill tracks like rippin' the weave out
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I bes out
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After kill the pussy on her momma's couch
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I blow trees like hurricanes
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Move like scattered rains
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Douse the flames if you act lames
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My lane is my own
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I built it with my own flows
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That made you scrunch your face like a broken nose
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Hope it heals good and my music makes you feel good
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Like a blunt after days in the wild hood
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I know niggas that are wild hood
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Snuff a preacher in the face
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Just for the collection plate
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And come back with his momma on Sunday
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Just to thank the Lord that a nigga paid
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(Hook)
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(Bridge)
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Queens, we out
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Brooklyn, we out
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Bronx, we out
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Uptown, we out
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Downtown, we out
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S Side, we out
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LI, we out
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NY, we out
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DC, we out
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LA, we out
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US, we out
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Worldwide, we out
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(Hook)
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Talking Shit
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| Bryant Dope |
