Tre Romell, Ty Thom - Talk My Shit Lyrics

Ah
Yeah
Aye let me talk to em right quick young

Yeah, bitches I got plenty
But I don't trust any
I fucked bitches that be having niggas
So my ring finger it is staying empty
They don't know shit about me
Moving silent, chiefin loudly
Was lost but I found me
Never been soft, but I keep the downy
Only wipe my ass with the best
Ya bitch a bird and she be in my nest
No hickies, she can kiss the neck
Cannot compare me to the rest
Everyday is just a new test
Know the difference between more and less
So with that being said
Everyday I wake up gotta know the kid blessed
Gotta get up and go do my part
Ain't finished this just the start
I'm street smart, gotta stay sharp
I'm on go never in park
Mane, how the fuck you gon' deny this
You think its easy muhfucka then try this
I'm painting pictures tryna show you where my mind is
They don't know how my grind is
I went from the sticks in VA
To the mountains out in Maryland
I got it out the mud
These other niggas just be saying it
On my downfall
I know that they praying it
But I'm too hungry for success, I be craving it
Mane, So in the booth I be slaving it
Investing in myself
No one else paying it
Drop my last on my craft
Lil nigga do the math
Spend bread on my work that i really don't have
Niggas think they know something
But they don't know the half
Then we hit the streets up
Tryna get it right back
Pray to god you break even
Before you lose shooting craps mane
Its like you trapped in the trap
Tryna make it out spitting this real rap
I ain't tryna hear these niggas tell me that I crank
Tryna make the music that'll make these people think
Cause the shit nowadays is like they minds be blank
All they know is guns, pills, weed, money and some drank
Mane I can't
But to each is own
Got me in my zone
Bitch leave me alone
Im in the studio
Don't call my phone
I can talk my shit cause I put in work
Been at the bottom cant get no worse
Slow grind I can start last and finish first
Im the type to do a feature, make em rewrite they verse
Im gone

Yeah, shoutout my nigga tre man
Slow grind type shit
All the way from Maryland to muhfuckin VA
But listen to this doe

Look, I can't fuck with these niggas
And I know god can attest
Because the same ones who hated on me
Be the same ones who wish me the best
As of late I been giving out lazy flows
But the homie tre told me go crazy bro
I ain't letting up since people think that I fell off
Ain't talking Rakim when it's return of da gawd
I been working like a dog in hopes of being a boss
These rappers flows ain't tight, boy my shit on Voss
They keep requesting for some features so I'm raising the cost
Now all my plays goin up guess they forgetting to pause
I was popping before the music damn look at me now
I treat the beat like Rih and I just turn Chris Brown
Every time I come around it goes from smiles to frowns
Cause I'm the bully of the class I be fucking up sounds
Ain't no nigga teach me shit, I take that back, just Mitch
I engineer when I write and I master and mix
I record everything and all the royalties mine
Couldn't sign to a label cus I need every dime
Every time they shade the kids another reason to shine
They adding fuel to the fire and igniting the grind
Chills running up your spine when you hearing me rhyme
Cus I'm nicer than the rest and here's some reasons to why
Here's some reasons to why
I be having niggas so wide eyed
Yeah, I been living so good why die
Yeah
My, my, my
All these niggas be tripping over ty, ty, ty
Yeah
Let me talk my shit tre