Salt Lab

[Intro] (Python, where your tag at?) Sometimes it's just how you talk Uh Shit don’t match your walk Huh [Chorus] Sometimes it's just how you talk, shit don't match your walk Be mad at the truth, that shit ain’t our fault Just a dash of salt, for taste is gon' affect the cost What the fuck you thought? What the fuck you thought? [Verse 1] That niggas would sympathize? Way we be flippin' sides soon as we are not entertained? Niggas been ill-advised, need a still-I-rise attitude if you in this game Haters get energized off of anything, nigga can't even penny-pinch If I wear my pennies proud, then my DMs are really lynched, some silly shit Really seen niggas change up the whole narrative doin' gritty shit Ain't no tit-for-tats, ain't twenty toes that I would kick it with, I'm just standin’ on ’em 6'5" like I’m 5'6", gotta let 'em know I got the blammer on 'em Hear the chatter, police scanner on ’em Full house, ain't no Tanners with 'em, but his cameras on 'em, nigga, top rank You can't approach me however you want Free from reproach, these lowly opinions Got nowhere to hold on, the level I'm on No one to pole vault, it needed its raising It's only occasionally, I am the one, and I ain't the one Ain't tellin' no lies to you, why did they run? [Chorus] Sometimes it's just how you talk, shit don't match your walk Be mad at the truth, that shit ain't our fault Just a dash of salt, for taste is gon' affect the cost What the fuck you thought? What the fuck you thought? Sometimes it's just how you talk, shit don't match your walk Be mad at the truth, that shit ain't our fault Just a dash of salt, for taste is gon' affect the cost What the fuck you thought? What the fuck you thought? [Verse 2] These bitches just give it up just 'cause you switch it up? Keep it a buck, damn, where the hoes at? Niggas can't even really mix with us And now that I mention it, treat 'em like sickle cell, ain't got no hook that'll interest us Bunch of lost boys, niggas in distress, say it with your chest I've been bench-pressin' her body weight, know it will impress And I still attest to the simple fact Keepin' it real ain't gon' do you wrong Sometimes you just gotta watch your tone Sometimes you better off on the phone Sometimes visions gon' turn into soup Then you butternut squash it and leave it 'lone Niggas start moshin', won't say a word On my Chris Bosh, I'ma stretch a flow Keep it touch and go, I'ma stay a verb I'm talkin' action, I play with words Don't do no catfish or Mad Hatters Nigga, that matters when I lay a verse Bad patterns, nigga, stay avert And I could give a fuck 'bout what he say he heard Tell the truth and shade the devil, nigga Level niggas [Chorus] Sometimes it's just how you talk, shit don't match your walk Be mad at the truth, that shit ain't our fault Just a dash of salt, for taste is gon' affect the cost What the fuck you thought? What the fuck you thought? Sometimes it's just how you talk, shit don't match your walk Be mad at the truth, that shit ain't our fault Just a dash of salt, for taste is gon' affect the cost What the fuck you thought? What the fuck you thought?