TALK MY SHIT
“Talk My Shit” Yeah… I talk my shit, get hit or eat shit, Stand ten toes, motherfucker, I don’t retreat, bitch. Got a loud-ass mouth and a short-ass fuse, Say what I want, give a fuck ’bout the news. Run your mouth reckless, better mean what you say, ‘Cause I ain’t the type to just walk away. Got demons in the trunk and rage in the tank, Leave your whole damn crew lookin’ confused as fuck. I talk my shit ‘cause I earned that right, Been through dark-ass days and some cold-ass nights. Every scar got a story, every bruise got a name, Still swingin’ through the fire, still addicted to the game. These hands bisexual, anybody can get it, Big dude, tough chick, I ain’t scared to admit it. Equal opportunity ass-whoopin’ when I’m pissed, Catch a left, catch a right, catch a whole damn fist. I’m the type that’ll laugh when the pressure gets thick, Middle finger in the air screamin’, “Suck my dick!” Got haters throwin’ shots but they miss every time, Meanwhile I’m still climbin’ while they stuck in the grime. So if you’re gonna talk, better back that shit up, Don’t bark like a wolf then fold like a pup. I came from the gutter where respect gets earned, Play stupid-ass games, watch your bridges get burned. I talk my shit, that’s the code I live, No fake-ass love, no fucks to give. Get hit or eat shit, that’s the choice you pick, And if you bring that smoke, better bring that shit thick. Yeah… Still standin’. Still talkin’ my shit. And I ain’t done yet, motherfucker.
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“Talk My Shit” Yeah… I talk my shit, get hit or eat shit, Stand ten toes, motherfucker, I don’t retreat, bitch. Got a loud-ass mouth and a short-ass fuse, Say what I want, give a fuck ’bout the news. Run your mouth reckless, better mean what you say, ‘Cause I ain’t the type to just walk away. Got demons in the trunk and rage in the tank, Leave your whole damn crew lookin’ confused as fuck. I talk my shit ‘cause I earned that right, Been through dark-ass days and some cold-ass nights. Every scar got a story, every bruise got a name, Still swingin’ through the fire, still addicted to the game. These hands bisexual, anybody can get it, Big dude, tough chick, I ain’t scared to admit it. Equal opportunity ass-whoopin’ when I’m pissed, Catch a left, catch a right, catch a whole damn fist. I’m the type that’ll laugh when the pressure gets thick, Middle finger in the air screamin’, “Suck my dick!” Got haters throwin’ shots but they miss every time, Meanwhile I’m still climbin’ while they stuck in the grime. So if you’re gonna talk, better back that shit up, Don’t bark like a wolf then fold like a pup. I came from the gutter where respect gets earned, Play stupid-ass games, watch your bridges get burned. I talk my shit, that’s the code I live, No fake-ass love, no fucks to give. Get hit or eat shit, that’s the choice you pick, And if you bring that smoke, better bring that shit thick. Yeah… Still standin’. Still talkin’ my shit. And I ain’t done yet, motherfucker.
FIRE 🔥