Talking Shit

[Intro: Capital STEEZ & Joey Bada$$]

Yo, back the fuck back, nigga

I love my niggas

STEEZy

And my niggas love me

[Verse 1: Capital STEEZ]

Damn, and the saga continues

So stand still when I slide on the venue

Since middle school, been on point with this pencil

Respect it, he stay sharper than Ginsus

What's on the menu? Crabs in a basket

You make it somewhere and they just grabbin' you back in

Amateur rappers and their mans wanna battle

And turn pale in the face like they last name Jackson

I admit, it was early for that

We still embarrassin' and damagin' the burliest cats

But on a higher note, Jay STEEZ play keys

You can tell by the respect that I have earned in the trap

See, some say he the hottest in his class

The rest talk trash, I acknowledge it and laugh

Jackin' all my swag, put the product in a bag

Since Erlenmeyer, I learned to put the fire to the flask

And came through with that crack spit

New to the league, straight ballin' off a draft pick

You can tell all them amateurs that you rappin' with

That I been goin' rampant since I came into this rappin' shit

Stayin' passionate

Wrappin' my hand around any rapper in my caliber comin' after it

Don't think they got the pamphlet and the manuscript

But every style of art they crafted, I mastered it

So bow down to your sensei, I been paid

Young boss since the tenth grade

Now I see through flows, like water

I'm flyer than C-3PO and Skywalker

[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]

Yo, yo, yo

Too much west coast dick lickin'

Too many niggas gettin' caught slippin', knittin' mittens into kissin' kittens

Too many chickens wanna be pigeons, shittin' over stadiums

And leave it drippin' on your cranium

Too many niggas think they gon' blow like Arabians

Thinkin' they gon' eat next like Drake, no Canadian

The best in the universe, put you in a hearse

If I don't get my space like alien, the kid is fire, don't play with him

The fam' used to baby him because he was the youngest

He made a few adjustments and then proved that he wasn't dumbest

I keep the flyest chicks with the flattest stomachs

Claim they just wanna get high, but on the low, they be down to suck it

And I'm not the one to fuck with, but fuck it

Leave the ruckus to a musket if you punk niggas can't take the judgment

They love it, do a couple shows and I collect my hundred

It barely budge my budget but it ain't nothin', I stay stuntin'

They stay frontin' like I'm at the back, rear door

Because I'm real though, and I've always been a weirdo nigga

A young Caesar but he never kept his hair low

The dear flow flows through ear flows explodes earlobes

And therefo' I remain the Pharoah

Sittin' on my royal chair, ho, with a gold-adorned sombrero

Came through, I jacked the throne, you know the troop style

Let's sit 'em down, and crown him like a root canal, bitch

We some bad ass motherfuckers, nigga