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Weak Talk
391
Hip-Hop/Rap
Weak Talk was released on August 30, 2023 by Wreck-N-Crew as a part of the album Durham High
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Release DateAugust 30, 2023
LabelWreck-N-Crew
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM85

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
G YAMAZAWA
G YAMAZAWA
Performer
Wreck-N-Crew
Wreck-N-Crew
Performer
Dope Sutton
Dope Sutton
Performer
Trie Cartier
Trie Cartier
Performer
Jessica Grady
Jessica Grady
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Edward Goodwin
Edward Goodwin
Lyrics
George Yamazawa
George Yamazawa
Songwriter
Montrice Goodwin
Montrice Goodwin
Songwriter
Benjamin Tolbert
Benjamin Tolbert
Songwriter
Brandon Sutton
Brandon Sutton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Groove
Groove
Producer
Armenhammer
Armenhammer
Mastering Engineer, Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Miss me with that weak talk
I never do believe talking, baby
Cause actions are what we talk
You run your mouth with ease, stop it baby
Cause me I don't funk around
I don't fuck around
Gotta get up off the ground!!
It's a stick up stick up/
When my **** clique up/
We just hit a lick up/
I'm skating on figures/
(**** you on thin ice)
I ain't even know where to start/
To get my ends right/
I had to get up out the dark/
To get some insight/
This for my **** with issues/
Get yo mind off them bitches/
Go acquire some riches/
Swear to God I'm prolific/
And that's in honor of Nipsey/
Now my vision is clearer/
Than Crystal Waters/
A gypsy woman was homeless/
I was packing my clothes up/
I was rapping with no luck/
I was asking to hold something/
From ya, that shit was bogus/
I readjusted my focus/
Put me on any song with anybody/
And I'ma smoke it/
You know it
Miss me with that weak talk
I never do believe talking, baby
Cause actions are what we talk
You run your mouth with ease, stop it baby
Cause me I don't funk around
I don't fuck around
Gotta get up off the ground!!
Ou not gon do none
Based on the way you grew up
Seen us throwing horns in the air
But we not playing tubas
That phony gold not gon fool us
Get that through ya medulla oblongata
Who decide if who die
And how we gon leave our bodies?
They say it’s the pressure
I say it’s jus timing
Matter fact I’ll take em both
And that’s how you get diamonds
Once you throw dirt on my name
That’s when I get to mining
The jewel is in the trauma
But what you gon do about it?
I was raised on that east tip
That patience is key shit
Beneath all achievements
Is loss I’m at peace wit
Often that cheap fix
Get chalked up to g shit
Miss me wit that fake shit
Your face look facetious
No weak shit
Miss me with that weak talk
I never do believe talking, baby
Cause actions are what we talk
You run your mouth with ease, stop it baby
Cause me I don't funk around
I don't fuck around
Gotta get up off the ground!!
You may delay but time will not
You make no way to find your spot
Tempers rising
Worlds colliding
Plant your feet brings poison ivy
Ahhhhhh
I wanna black drop top
Spaceship see my sunroof gone
I want a goddess in the passenger side feeling 10 feet tall
I want the people like me to always be free
What is a revolution?
Evolution ain’t free
(Everything got a price baby)
So blow the smoke and get high
Written by: Benjamin Tolbert, Brandon Sutton, Edward Goodwin, George Yamazawa, Montrice Goodwin
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