[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Talk that talk
*Gunshots*
Nah mean
Fours up
Yo

[Verse 1: Jae Skeese]
The fact I made it, got 'em aggitated
But the hunger in me, it been activated
My plate full, it got me salivatin'
See, we heard ya story, it was fabricated
And toward the money, I been gravitatin'
So the road to riches, had to navigate it
My compass had to get it calibrated, being broke trash like it's sanitation
Lately all I think is win, run up a check with my kin
Keep it real, I don't pretend
Increase my level like stair steppers, like a n***a been up in the gym
They thought it came ovеr night, it been a minute since a rapper was fuckin' with him
That rеvolver just keep spittin', pull the trigger
You know that chamber gon' spin

[Hook]
I'ma just talk that talk
I'ma just talk that talk
I'ma talk that talk
Yeah, I'ma just talk
I'ma just talk that talk, I do it for the art
I'ma just talk that talk
I'ma just talk that talk
I'ma (talk that talk)
Yeah, I do it from the heart
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'ma talk that talk
I'ma just talk that talk
I'ma just talk that talk
I'ma talk that talk
Yeah, I'ma just talk
I'ma just talk that talk, I do it for the art
I'ma just talk that talk
I'ma just talk that talk
I'ma (talk that talk)
Yeah, I do it from the heart
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'ma talk that talk
[Verse 2: Jae Skeese (Conway the Machine)]
I get to talkin' that talk
My drive is live, it's not often you catch me in park
This shit I do for the art, I was the same when I wasn't gettin' support
Nike SBs all red with the silver, I'm rockin' [?]
Sixteen for the sixteen, I ain't takin' a short or takin' a loss
I get to cuttin' a women off if she bringing headaches or the stress to me
Even if she got the best pussy
Sweetest puddin' with the chest cookies
Only real runnin' through my bloodline, so that's all that ever spread through me
In my own league, at my own speed, ain't no rapper that is next to me
(Yeah, look)

[Verse 3: Conway the Machine]
I roll me a half a zip
And think about how I just went and I did it myself, I really ain't asked for shit
'Cause I know even if I really needed them n***as, they give me they ass to kiss (fuck 'em)
But I ain't never get mad, I just ran up my bag
My bitch got new ass and tits (haaa)
N***as don't wanna see me mad 'cause it'd a get bad
My n***as be whackin' shit
Said you was runnin' the game, but next to yo name, boy, I see a asterisk (hahaha)
We know you really a lame, no matter your chains and all of that cash you get (give a fuck about that money, n***a)
I put that shit on, I got them peons lookin' at Saks for this
I got on Dunks that costed more than Dior, I spent a few racks for this (talk to 'em)
Yeah, the streets ain't a game, get outta my lane
Just keepin' it funky, if you never killed you a n***a then we not the same (facts)
My shorty like Nicki, she know that I beez in the trap
I got my own strain
It's not enough bread in that bag if I pick it up easy and I didn't strain
Look, I used to sell dimes of raw
I bag 'em the size of a Tylenol
My young n***a slide, they fire all
Jump out the window then drivin' off
You ho n***as dyin' off
You n***as don't really get fly as thou
My sneakers is Pyer Moss
You n***as is pussy, if I recall
Real n***a die, a loss, so I'ma
[Hook]
I'ma just talk that talk
I'ma just talk that talk
I'ma talk that talk
Yeah, I'ma just talk
I'ma just talk that talk, I do it for the art
I'ma just talk that talk
I'ma just talk that talk
I'ma (talk that talk)
Yeah, I do it from the heart
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'ma talk that talk
I'ma just talk that talk
I'ma just talk that talk
I'ma talk that talk
Yeah, I'ma just talk
I'ma just talk that talk, I do it for the art
I'ma just talk that talk
I'ma just talk that talk
I'ma (talk that talk)
Yeah, I do it from the heart
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'ma talk that talk

[Verse 4: OG Sole]

[Outro]
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Want me to go on?
Can you take one more?