Walk & Talk, Pt. 3

They wanna know what I'm up to, but I ain't telling 'em nothing I'm isolated, But far from taking a break, they think that I'm bluffing Money make us move like chess, checkmate 'til we get that cheque They thinking it's black and white, But I give them hell for the disrespect Bit of this, bit of that Drop a bit and I get that back Whole team on navigation Drop a pin, 'cause we put this shit on the map Catch a case when I kill this track First degree, caught in the act Can't say that this ain't facts Bass hit like grrt, bap Ooh, this slaps Homie, go spin that back One time for the chicks in the front, and Two times for the kings at the back Ooh, facts Ain't Blood, but I'm bickin' back Brother gon' chase that stack like Phar Lap 'til we got things on track But she got a donk like an elephant And she make it pop for the hell of it She moving oh so elegant Fangs in my neck and I know they venomous I'm not dumb, I got intelligence Red red rum when I kill that bumpa Hitting me up like what's my number? But I only use my phone to get funds up But I only use my phone for the pay Double up two by four by eight Sick with the shit since 64 But don't play no games with the calls I make Sitting on the porch-side blazed Thinking 'bout all my mistakes Too busy caught up in thoughts Like why was I brought up this way? I got a call the other day, she calling me self-centered But I pay my team with percentages Of my wealth, so I need myself centered Fuckin' hell, send it I might just hit 'em for six Looking at me like, "Bitch, what it is?" Kids wanna jump in the mix with a king Kids wanna jump on some shit we did five Years ago and still think that it's sick So uck your crew, go uck your team My team full of weapons, we don't need sticks Pick a time and a place And I'll show them up with a smile on my face I see them snakes at the back But I stay at the front 'cause I'm flyin' the plane I was ten years old with a Capri-Sun Playing Nazi zombies, pack-a-punch We smoke a blunt like a show these days Pack that shit from the back to front Why these lil' boys acting up? Does your mum know you're rapping, son? I got a long list of shit to do So don't HMU if you lackin', uh Super Saiyan, it's obvious why they all calling me Goku I'm in the city getting hot pot and I'm litty off of that soju One day I'll eat at Nobu with a chick looking like Rashida Jones Natural with a mean throat and that head, shoulders, knees, and toes Crack that whip, Devo On form right now with a free throw Been ill with the shit since Bebo I'm a numbers man, Keno This is my speech, keynote I'm getting them mad, emo Way I'm running, it's long distance You be getting a stitch, Lilo Got that NO.ONE Network head to toe and I'm on that We just sold out a merch run in like one day, so go cop that We use Wickr, not WhatsApp She a licker like cognac Told 'em all I had flow, but we just broke the dam, now it's off tap (N to the E to the R-V-E) And that's how it's done, ladies and gentlemen