SHIT TALKING
• Written by yngBlake
Black black black me out, Talkin shit I smack a mouth
Walking with a sac of loud, Pack it down the swisher
I ain't asking for a chapter now I read the book,
Blisters on my every hook , I'm fishing for a second look
Wishing for a presence shook the ground and now I'm getting looks
Everybody want a taste, yeah you best befriend the cook,
bitch you better get a plate, headed for beheading crooks
Get it straight, I'm the fucking man, OK understood
Let it sink, get a drink, chug the lean I keep the beam beside me
Now I'm seeing three an eye you see between my normal sighting
I'm in sync you see the lightning, my instincts complete my timing,
Keep the rhyming on a bulletin, hold it high to find me
Finding Bullets in his eyelids, yeah shady, I love violence,
Getting spaded with my silence find the grave I'm digging frightening
Taking shots , I am sniping, taking shots, now I'm fighting,
Taking notes, now I'm writing, breaking hopes, found him crying
Bro, fuck all that you stand by, gun ain't stuck upon the standby,
Hotter than the bitches that you never fucking ran by,
No I'm not a Stan guy, I'm vicing like the clamp guy,
Pricing by the band I keep my hands beside my stamp guy,,
Do you want a problem, do you got a issue,
Promise we gone solve em, when we start up fucking with you
Promise I won't miss you, promise ima banger,
Drop you out your pockets then I stab you with a hanger
Right out of the closet like the place that you belong in
Iced out deposits and my vision haze and fogging
Loud be causing smog inside my cogs of contemplation
Stop before you cause a couple wrongs inside my nation
P.C. isn't playing keep the pieces in the basement
Facing at them fakers that's just waiting for replacement
Hold The beef to faces, Beat the beat I flayed it
Chiefin b's I'm faded, keep the preach and speech related
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yngBlake
Member since June 10 2014