[Intro:]
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Can I talk my shit again? Can I talk my shit again?
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Can I talk my shit again? Lemme talk my shit again
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[Verse 1: XV]
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Quote, unquote, over dope, crack with a dose of coke
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Show my roots bare so yeah, they should know I float
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Coming to America with dreams in an overcoat
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Diving in queens like a king trying to sow his own
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Sexual chocolate, give me the mic and I'm gonna make it off it
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Then I just drop it, ahem clear my throat of that bull
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But when it come to shit my nigga, I still talk it
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Yeah, still walking in star war forces, still eat beats nigga, all four courses
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Still stay swerving like I'm in Kentucky Derby
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The way I be pushing out all twelve horses
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Still winning while they all yell forfeit
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Still killing rappers, leaving all hell corpses
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Still with my crew in the silent two fortress, splitting up money like divorces
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[Hook:]
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So can I talk my shit again while I get it in?
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And they sit around, acting like I didn't win
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Hope they made room for my crew to get it in
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And I'm a be cool in this throne I'm sitting in
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Talk my shit, talk my shit, please excuse me while I talk my shit
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Talk my shit, talk my shit, please excuse me while I talk my shit
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Can I talk my shit again? Can I talk my shit again?
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Can I talk my shit again? Lemme talk my shit again
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[Verse 2: XV]
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This is pound sign Vizzy Zone, please tell my city I'm give and go
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So you can probably expect mini clones, XXL didn't expect XV to excel
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So before I enrolled, I was expelled, don't worry though
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I'm fine, that shit don't eclipse me, it ain't blocking my shine
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'Cause with my rhymes, I be on the cover of home and garden
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And still be the coldest artist, I'm cold regardless
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Flow is heartless, I know where I'm going like a homing target
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They know he flawless when he came in the city with Chiddy Bang
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And busy in any lane and they know when the Vizzy bang
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Crazy how shit's changed in nine months
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Steve Jobs couldn't feel the bitches that I touch
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Please God, give your boy a hand when his times' up
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Until then, I'm a keep tearing these rhymes up
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[Hook 2:]
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So can I talk my shit again while I get it in?
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And they sit around, acting like I didn't win
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Hope they made room for my crew to get it in
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And I'm a be cool in this throne I'm sitting in
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Talk my shit, talk my shit, please excuse me while I talk my shit
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Talk my shit, talk my shit, please excuse me while I talk my shit
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So can I talk my shit again while I get it in?
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And they sit around, acting like I didn't win
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Hope they made room for my crew to get it in
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And I'm a be cool in this throne I'm sitting in
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Talk my shit, talk my shit, please excuse me while I talk my shit
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Talk my shit, talk my shit, please excuse me while I talk my shit
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Can I talk my shit again?
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Talk My Shit
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