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lirik lagu talking bout – corey patrick

[intro]
huh, it’s cp
got no idea what i’m talking, when i say the word real
are you real?
[chorus]
got no idea what i’m talking about, when i say the word “real”
i’m not a ticket for a meal
i’m turning my back and i’m walking out
got no idea what i’m talking about, when i say the word “fam”
the ones who made me who i am
i spelled it out for you now sound it out
so come f-ck with me if you focused, i’m after paper, you know this
my team getting throwed like the roach did
f-ck with my squad and i’ll turn you to a broke b-tch
i’m promising these n-ggas hopeless
fake flossing because they on some ho sh-t
we bout to come up off this dope sh-t
stop making tracks and these cats gone get dope sick

[verse 1]
mafia sh-t that’s my man in the middle
foe wanna see us get popped like a pimple
jet touching down and we smoke out the rental
life on the grind, dollar sign is my symbol
blowing my mind had these n-ggas so simple
watching these n-ggas get played like a fiddle
think they big sh-t, they as sweet as skittle
big money when i get paid, not a little
little bit of this, little bit of that in my backpack
take it uptown, not a scent cause we wrap that
right back where we started, go again, relap that
fast life, fast cars, gotta love the fast cash
rapping on the mic with the gat by my -ss crack
stomp, feel the backlash, spaz turn to mad max
me and ro’ got mad tracks, deadly spitting anthrax
says she got me blocked, then why she sending me them paragraphs
n-ggas tried to run up but the work was at my man’s house
hands down, we the ones they want, the ones that stand out
you the one’s that chilling with your hands out
stand down, d-mn clown
why you even rapping?
no one wants to hear about some sh-t that never happened
we about that action
we was in the streets while you were sleeping, we were trapping doing all this sh-t and only rapping about a fraction
i was just recapping

[chorus]
got no idea what i’m talking about, when i say the word “real”
i’m not a ticket for a meal
i’m turning my back and i’m walking out
got no idea what i’m talking about, when i say the word “fam”
the ones who made me who i am
i spelled it out for you now sound it out
so come f-ck with me if you focused, i’m after paper, you know this
my team getting throwed like the roach did
f-ck with my squad and i’ll turn you to a broke b-tch
i’m promising these n-ggas hopeless
fake flossing because they on some ho sh-t
we bout to come up off this dope sh-t
stop making tracks and these cats gone get dope sick

[verse 2]
f-ck they talking bout, best to watch they mouth
n-ggas talking down, bring the coffins out
i’ll take a piece and turn it into four
they still gone come back and beg me for more
shawty’s come back and they beg me for more
stuck in her head can’t forget the allure
headboard be banging like cops at the door
if there’s work on my bed then we f-ck on the floor
f-ck on the floor then we f-ck up a bag
money too straight i can’t f-ck up my cash
guess you can say you were fly ’til you crashed
my sh-t stay flying all over the map
the road to the top is so rocky and cracked
i’m swerving these stones and jumping these gaps
i’m k!lling my foes when i hop on these tracks
until i get paid not a day to relax

- corey patrick

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