[Intro]
TALK!

[Chorus]
Looking at the scene now
All I see is fakes
All I hear complaints
I got no restraint
They laugh at my dreams now
I laugh to the bank
I’m gon' be a great
I believe in fate

[Verse 1]
I believe
I believe in faith
We gon' ball without yall at the top
We playing keep away
I was on the chopping block
Struck out on luck I need to pray
Fujitora wish I never seen what I had seen today

Peepin' people tryna steal the sound and
I been easy I don't speak about it
I stopped using that flow cause yall really bit that shit so much
Get caught doing that shit and yall try to nip that shit like Hush
Yall rap about my life and you ain't live that shit so much
Yall can't measure to mе
My signature different my bеat by the book
My rhyme scheme breaking the meter
Weight in my pockets still dropping a foot
I can't listen to Pete
He telling me that my pocket ain't good
Killing 8s on cue, I'm solid I'm good
The pocket is good
The fans on a binge the product is good
The profit is good
Fucking hoes off hinge without wearing a condom
Probably should
I'm going up before them rappers you said probably would
I ain't been no son that's under my soul putting down my foot
Left handed compliments test my accomplishments
You want a problem then prove that dude
Left hand trigger the new Manu
Putting red to his body like new Man U
Made a couple bands off YouTube
Rapping in a car, I did the shit you can too
I was a jit in the BCPS school house sippin' on straight Tru Moo
I be grinning while they grimacing
I be winning while they wincing
Teeth showing I been lifting a while
Probably kill em with a grimace or smile
And I got that MP4 em like a motherfucking video file
Pen different and my fans flippin to the shit that Ive written like bibliophiles
[Chorus]
Run me my respect
Run me my respect
Run me my respect
Run me my respect
I been thru the dark times
I been thru the wreck
Going thru the hard times
I can't even sweat

[Verse 2]
Whenever I pop, connect
Look at my guap, baguettes
Counting up knots, the best
Watch how I walk, finesse
I'm at a loss, of breath
Feeling my thoughts, progress
Reaching the top, I'm blessed
You try to stop, get slept
She the devil in a dress
Call her tsuki tsuki
Boy its never disrespect
Are you stupid stupid
Put that metal to his head
Like its Fooly Cooly
I be never knowing best
Like its Fooly Cooly
Billy Mandy crew when I move
I feel close with (death) death
Speak my truth hit my booth
How I cope with (stress) stress
Used to be cool back in the school
Now you broke in (debt) debt
I'm finna motherfucking laugh at you
You hopeless (ha) bet
TALK!