Talk Too Much Songtext
von Loadstar
Talk Too Much Songtext
Some of you live off your hype and your past achievements
I′m not feeling that energy
Man are so insecure, always need pats on the back
It's so sickening like mixing milk with the Hennessy
Enemies linking with enemies, teaming up g′warnin' like frenemies
That's why I don′t mess with none of you dickheads
I′m here on my ones and that's just how it′s meant to be
I'd rather be on my own
I don′t need nobody else
Giving advice when their life is a mess
I tell them kind of man take a look at yourself
Can't tell me nuttin′ when you are the older
But act like the younger, boy play time is over
I general, fam, I ain't nobody's soldier
When I′m around you I swear pussy′s the odor
Let me get colder
Heard your new shit and I'm falling over laughing
Now I gotta darken
These boys ain′t no top boys lyrically
These man are just prey
Only going half in right now
See if I went fully in
And expose how simplistic these bredders are
With the bars and the flows and the wordplay
They'd say, "Nah, stop show bullying"
Get out my face, not trying to chat back
Bun Facebook, bun Twitter and Snapchat
Bun these man that think they can rap
But they sound like a rave MC on a rap track
That′s that, no more talk, I'ma end that there
So I′m pulling down my Team Drums snapback
Black tracksuit, black creps, black backpack
Everything black, blacked out, no flashbacks
What?
What you know about me, bro?
What you know about me, bro? Me, bro
What you know about me and my gang, gang?
You don't wanna hype ting, not like me though
You don't really know nuttin′ ′bout me, know nuttin' ′bout me
What you know about me though?
I'm on a big man ting right now
Only big thing about you, that′s your ego
What?
What you know about me, bro?
What you know about me, bro? Me, bro
What you know about me and my gang, gang?
You don't wanna hype ting, not like me though
You don′t really know nuttin' 'bout me, know nuttin′ ′bout me
What you know about me though?
I'm on a big man ting right now
Only big thing about you, that′s your ego
No time for gossiping, no time for dissing
If you hate on me then I still am not wishing
All bad for you, G, you do you, I do me
So don't ring me, try fishing for anything different
Day one I do this, I′ve always been different
Sometimes I feel like you man ain't been listening
Shining so bright on these mics I be glistening
Man are concerned about flyer positioning
I′m not concerned with that, I spit the fire
That cannot be questioned so me being higher on flyers
Irrelevant, I just go dancey and duppy your puppies
I'm the main supplier like salmon
Attire that's looking so sick they admire
The work I play in, Jeremiah
Cruise into my next show, counting some next dough
You know the flex, bro, no Danny Dyer
No acting authentic, eccentric, demented
Tormented by demons but never prevented
From walking my path, I just want my percentage
I said it, I meant it, I′ve never relented
Or rented my style to no pagan, not tempted
Offensive so don′t go defensive, you're feeling rejected
′Cause you weren't selected, infected with hatred
For dons who are really respected
I stay connected, ear to the ground
Ear to the streets, I get around
Been there and back again, standing my ground
I heard your flow, I don′t like how it sound
Something ain't clicking, you came for the crown
But then left with nothing, it′s all over town
Man are just bluffing, they ain't about nothing
No huffing and puffing, nothing's going down
Lyrically killing ′em, how could they question it?
Hit the hi-hat like Questlove when I′m blessing it
Look at the game industry, you're assessing it
So impressive with the way I′m finessing it
Back in the day, the vinyl, they were pressing it
Now they're on Tidal and streaming the messages
Pressing the button, the essence, I′m repping this
Some of you listening really ain't getting this
I am the exorcist, let me just exercise
All this wack music you′re making, infecting this
I'm intercepting this, taking it back and connecting
With cats who remember the wrecks I was flexing it
I love this shit, I'm protecting it
Reflect the realness, it′s all I reflect in it
Man need to realise, recognise what we got
Stop all the BS and stop disrespecting it
What?
What you know about me, bro?
What you know about me, bro? Me, bro
What you know about me and my gang, gang?
You don′t wanna hype ting, not like me though
You don't really know nuttin′ 'bout me, know nuttin′ 'bout me
What you know about me though?
I′m on a big man ting right now
Only big thing about you, that's your ego
What?
What you know about me, bro?
What you know about me, bro? Me, bro
What you know about me and my gang, gang?
You don't wanna hype ting, not like me though
You don′t really know nuttin′ 'bout me, know nuttin′ 'bout me
What you know about me though?
I′m on a big man ting right now
Only big thing about you, that's your ego
I′m not feeling that energy
Man are so insecure, always need pats on the back
It's so sickening like mixing milk with the Hennessy
Enemies linking with enemies, teaming up g′warnin' like frenemies
That's why I don′t mess with none of you dickheads
I′m here on my ones and that's just how it′s meant to be
I'd rather be on my own
I don′t need nobody else
Giving advice when their life is a mess
I tell them kind of man take a look at yourself
Can't tell me nuttin′ when you are the older
But act like the younger, boy play time is over
I general, fam, I ain't nobody's soldier
When I′m around you I swear pussy′s the odor
Let me get colder
Heard your new shit and I'm falling over laughing
Now I gotta darken
These boys ain′t no top boys lyrically
These man are just prey
Only going half in right now
See if I went fully in
And expose how simplistic these bredders are
With the bars and the flows and the wordplay
They'd say, "Nah, stop show bullying"
Get out my face, not trying to chat back
Bun Facebook, bun Twitter and Snapchat
Bun these man that think they can rap
But they sound like a rave MC on a rap track
That′s that, no more talk, I'ma end that there
So I′m pulling down my Team Drums snapback
Black tracksuit, black creps, black backpack
Everything black, blacked out, no flashbacks
What?
What you know about me, bro?
What you know about me, bro? Me, bro
What you know about me and my gang, gang?
You don't wanna hype ting, not like me though
You don't really know nuttin′ ′bout me, know nuttin' ′bout me
What you know about me though?
I'm on a big man ting right now
Only big thing about you, that′s your ego
What?
What you know about me, bro?
What you know about me, bro? Me, bro
What you know about me and my gang, gang?
You don't wanna hype ting, not like me though
You don′t really know nuttin' 'bout me, know nuttin′ ′bout me
What you know about me though?
I'm on a big man ting right now
Only big thing about you, that′s your ego
No time for gossiping, no time for dissing
If you hate on me then I still am not wishing
All bad for you, G, you do you, I do me
So don't ring me, try fishing for anything different
Day one I do this, I′ve always been different
Sometimes I feel like you man ain't been listening
Shining so bright on these mics I be glistening
Man are concerned about flyer positioning
I′m not concerned with that, I spit the fire
That cannot be questioned so me being higher on flyers
Irrelevant, I just go dancey and duppy your puppies
I'm the main supplier like salmon
Attire that's looking so sick they admire
The work I play in, Jeremiah
Cruise into my next show, counting some next dough
You know the flex, bro, no Danny Dyer
No acting authentic, eccentric, demented
Tormented by demons but never prevented
From walking my path, I just want my percentage
I said it, I meant it, I′ve never relented
Or rented my style to no pagan, not tempted
Offensive so don′t go defensive, you're feeling rejected
′Cause you weren't selected, infected with hatred
For dons who are really respected
I stay connected, ear to the ground
Ear to the streets, I get around
Been there and back again, standing my ground
I heard your flow, I don′t like how it sound
Something ain't clicking, you came for the crown
But then left with nothing, it′s all over town
Man are just bluffing, they ain't about nothing
No huffing and puffing, nothing's going down
Lyrically killing ′em, how could they question it?
Hit the hi-hat like Questlove when I′m blessing it
Look at the game industry, you're assessing it
So impressive with the way I′m finessing it
Back in the day, the vinyl, they were pressing it
Now they're on Tidal and streaming the messages
Pressing the button, the essence, I′m repping this
Some of you listening really ain't getting this
I am the exorcist, let me just exercise
All this wack music you′re making, infecting this
I'm intercepting this, taking it back and connecting
With cats who remember the wrecks I was flexing it
I love this shit, I'm protecting it
Reflect the realness, it′s all I reflect in it
Man need to realise, recognise what we got
Stop all the BS and stop disrespecting it
What?
What you know about me, bro?
What you know about me, bro? Me, bro
What you know about me and my gang, gang?
You don′t wanna hype ting, not like me though
You don't really know nuttin′ 'bout me, know nuttin′ 'bout me
What you know about me though?
I′m on a big man ting right now
Only big thing about you, that's your ego
What?
What you know about me, bro?
What you know about me, bro? Me, bro
What you know about me and my gang, gang?
You don't wanna hype ting, not like me though
You don′t really know nuttin′ 'bout me, know nuttin′ 'bout me
What you know about me though?
I′m on a big man ting right now
Only big thing about you, that's your ego
Writer(s): Nicholas Michael Hill, Gavin Edward Harris, Harry Shotta Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

