Talk to Big

I got **** that's never coming home (Never)

Bitches say they love my music, don't know none of my songs (None)

I guess poverty changed me, I was a decent kid (I was cool)

I was 'rece in bed, I had a dream I could speak to Big

Harlem, ain't nowhere like it (Nowhere)

I fell in love with new rappers 'cause all my homies liked it

Chick from parole was light-skinned

She got my bro indicted (My ****)

Now he up north, I write him (I write him)

Trust me I know the prices (I know)

Looked at my homie lifeless (Dead)

I need some shit I can feel, nobody touch me

I say I'm meant to be here, the doctors say that I'm lucky (That's what they say)

My cousin was a custy, he used to stick up to get high

He robbed a corner bodega on camera, had to sit five (A nickel)

Came home talking that jail shit (Uh)

He got his weight up like **** is frail

But still he just couldn't sell shit (He slow)

Youngin's got the block sewed up like rugby patches (Uh)

They hate you when you go get it yourself, they love you askin' (They love it)

Know you starving, they throw you rations

Wonder why his stomach grumbling

Shawty come from nothing, ain't never had shit (Nothin')

His father in the mountains, his mother just want a pill to make (At all)

The only motivation he ever had was to steal a bike (Hmm)

Something in his system was different, just wasn't feeling right (At all)

4 A.M. phone call, his cousin got killed tonight (Fuck)

He tryna double back on the last time he heard his voice

Can't be indecisive, these streets will help you to learn your choice (They'll help you)

Back to Bentleys, back to the trenches **** (Pack 'em up)

My digits bigger, I smoke with Nas and I build with Jigga (True story)

A true artist, you could never paint a realer picture (Never)

Convinced your sister to twist her, just had to spill some liquor (Lil' Henny)

A new rapper, ask 'bout new rappers, I don't feel them **** (I don't feel 'em)

I chill with women, they chill with ****, they different **** (They different)

In the field so long, these Timberlands, made a killing in them (Killin')

I benefitted from plenty hitters, they still my **** (My ****)

When Master P was yelling ice cream man (Ice cream man)

My uncle got caught with nineteen grams (Uh)

If you don't like me, damn (Damn)

How you gon' hate me, I ain't had shit in the 'frigerator (Nothin')

Now it's royal silk from molded bread and spoiled milk

(What they preach)

(Make believe)

I know they gon' hate y'all (What you need)

(Don't I need)

I know they gon' hate y'all (What they preach)

(Make believe)

I know they gon' hate y'all

The time it took me to make it here

Tell me how the fuck I'ma make it fair for a hater

I know these **** ain't playing fair (I know)

Murder let you know this shit is real and we can take it there (Real)

Couldn't afford them Jordans, had to take a pair (Gimme those)

I done seen the toughest **** freeze up (Freeze)

Hammer just left 'em shaking there (Shakin')

This shit feel like a lion tryna race a bear

You ****'ll never catch me, it's probably gon' take a year (Whole year)

Top ten, bitch I'm locked in, like Jamaican hair (Locked in)

Headshots, used to be a scope, I put a laser there (Pew)

Put newspaper on the carpet, air who walking (I hear them)

I don't trust these voices talking or the walls in my apartment (Psh-psh)

It's getting darker, pistol under the parka

Imagine, pouring Fruity Pebbles and roaches fall out (Ew)

Make you wanna go to court, shoot the judge before you walk out

Make you wanna eat a **** food, just pull a fork out (Uh)

I be doing push ups in my cell before I talk 'bout (Uh)

Anything we involved in, criminal code (Criminal)

Ex-bitches ready for war, they some militant hoes

Coke in the flesh, this that shit you feel in your nose

You college **** come see how it feel to chill with a pro (Pro)

Could never compare, you don't know how it feel to be broke (You don't know)

Just tryna get high, **** you feeding stealing your smoke (Crazy)

Can never punch her but when I fuck her she still can get choked (Come here)

First verse was the struggle, I bubbled right off a ink ball (Struggle)

Eight ball with all black diamonds, I bet they hate y'all

That money, know they gon' hate y'all (What they preach)

(Make believe)

(What you need)

(Don't I need)

(What they preach)

(Make believe)