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Trill Talk
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Trill Talk was released on November 15, 2025 by SLG Global LLC Under Exclusive Partnership With Solar Star Music Group Inc. as a part of the album Immaculate Views
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Release DateNovember 15, 2025
LabelSLG Global LLC Under Exclusive Partnership With Solar Star Music Group Inc.
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM89

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Uptown
Uptown
Rap
SLG Livaracci
SLG Livaracci
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marvin Harris
Marvin Harris
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Marvin Harris
Marvin Harris
Executive Producer

Lyrics

You know my views is immaculate, like, you know, I mean different level type shit, I mean you know, Picasso on me, yeah
Can I get a amen? On the block all day, I don't need a spray tan
Microwave a whole 7, call me the baker's man
Old head, told me that hustlin' shit don't make a man
If you ain't providing for fam, when they up in the jam
Gotta respect your elders, yes sir, yes ma'am
Oil the tooling down just to make sure it don't jam
Got plays on my Gmail, send them to the spam
Now what the fuck was you when we was eating bread and ham
Great value Kool-Aid with the food stamp scams
How I turned 14 to 1,008 grams
Where the shooters only shoot when you scare them
Goddamn, when that prayer ain't work, I had to rob Uncle Sam
Couldn't find work, so we buy work and go ham
**** tryna turn this rock rental to a whole lamb
How I told me, give you bars, the business don't spam
Salvation Army, Stacey Adams, shit, I'm gon' wham
Started thanking what you think, man, that bitch gon' clam
Had me down from me and my round and we both glam
Ain't no backing down, I can climb, king gon' slam
Rubber grip gripping double clips, dick I'm gon' spram
We was once at the same table, he ain't won't share
I'm staring death in the eyes, that shit come in disguise
But we don't be surprised in the midst of y'all lies
I don't fuck with those guys, a rep of those times
Running to a close line, **** with the closed mind
I don't mind dying, but I got kids who gon' whine
Cause a father figure, ****, in and out of those lives
I'm the one who they despise, but wish a **** tried
You'll be the first to see if there's a heaven in the sky
Remember bro used to snort lines, now he on that shit
****, that's what the fuck I call too legit to quit
Never straddle the fence, a cake to a jake
It's how we separate the real from the fake
Gotta watch what you say, that shit'll set your fate
**** want a clean slate, but glorify hate
When I'm coming with the AK, ain't nobody safe
Wanna rave, but I can't afford a place to stay
Place to lay my head for the night, up by the day
Dick up in your bae, that bitch really a thot
We the only real **** left, bitch, me and Hot
On tour and you fuckboys couldn't get a slot
Get a shot, zero fucks if you with the fam or not
**** live in fairytales, ****, this ain't Camelot
But we blabbing ops, fuck cops
Hell no, these bangers ain't props
Cooking dope till I'm dripping snot
I done caught a contact
**** sending contracts, so we up in combat
Took takeover, I could never get my slime back
Playing motion, I'ma hit the middle like a linebacker
Grinding back, I could stretch a four into a nine pack
Compress a whole peak, make it look like a dime sack
He ain't used to stanker, so I had to push his mind back
Murder up, cause them little **** think they tough
Call you bluff, paint your face, ****, doll you up
Bitch, they call you up, ball you up
In the **** trunk, burn that bitch up
If you slip, then you know you getting touched
King back, what's the big fuss
Fuck yourself, we born ready
Blueprint **** dead, you born dead already
Soulja Lane, I'ma get palm sweaty
I been counting money since 1030
Cup money, bitches asking when we fucking
I don't tell her nothing, keep counting
Cause that's the only reason she around me, bitch, I'm up
If it's up, then what's up, hit you up
The mortician, dress she in, you the star of the church
Keep it clutch, quick to bust
****, hush, talk is cheap, keep it up
I'm running this shit, **** ain't keeping up
Yeah, the top steepest truck, but I'm halfway there
Half thing, whole squares, ****, this the holy grail
You my dog, can you get it wholesale
Bet them wholesale, bumping out a hotel
When I'm rapping, it don't smell
**** bussing at 12, cops killing ****
Big dog to you, little bitty ****
Silly ****, silly ****, die when that fire hit you
And you know when I come through, I'll get you
Split your SLG to the bone bristle
Yeah, bullets hitting up, get your bone tissue
Written by: Marvin Alvin Harris
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