Talkin' Shyt

[Verse 1: Bun B]

They gave me felony possession and aggravated assault on the mic

I do what I like

Bitch, it ain't my fault

We put the salt in them fresh wounds and sugar in gas tanks

Bananas in your tail pipe, so fuck what your ass think

[Verse 2: Wale]

And nigga, my last name mean I ain't failin

OG Jordan, when I'm walkin, I hope they eyes hurtin like Amarian

Bitches be on it, you act like it's a problem

I tell you, motherfuckers, it's important

[Verse 3: Bun B]

And this is the ghetto story, out of your position

Your ass is bound to fudge it

Up like a diaper, your hiper cause you need to be

I tend to keep it mello, but maybe that's just the weed in me

[Verse 4: Wale]

Indeed I am conceited

Please eat, I need to speak my peace

The boy so swov, they won't believe in me

Brought Bun B with me

Got VC with me

Ain't nobody wack, anyone I feature with me

[Verse 5: Bun B]

You need beats like Swizz Beatz if you even think of reaching me

You bout to make the orange piece, and ya'll will seese to feast

Take your milk money, and your train too

Heat it in yor face, cause ain't nothing you can say to me

[Verse 6: Wale]

Nothing that I can't do, smokin on that can't move

So high, I'm walkin on stars, no Bape shoes

Call up Hey Soose, pull up in that gray Coope

My bitch is bad, and she thicker than that naked juice

[Verse 7: Dre]

I laugh a lot, mo back when

I used to be with the souls of mischef

Dreams of hoes and riches, but the game cold, kinda like Christmas