Dos Sinatra - Shit Talkin (feat. SuavyTYM)

Yeah, yeah
Listen
All my life I was stuck inside an institution

no illusions, everything was real life
Real crimes, real ties, niggas died, mortified
In conclusion, pain was all up in my mind
Bitch, you can't relate

Had a side of nothing with a spoon up in my plate
Had to isolate, make no mistakes, it's really what it takes
Come back crazier than Cleveland versus Warriors
The type of shit you couldn't see coming right through your cornea

Euphoria, now my pockets breaded up like creme brulee
Smoking on that sour, give me power, help me meditate
Elevate, higher than these niggas that feed off the hate
Like real estate agents, I'll put these niggas in they place

Initiate attack mode on all of my ops
You niggas preach more than all of these thots
And y'all steady gassed up like a bunch of crabs stuck in a pot
Y'all with the smoke until they take off your tops

Y'all niggas shit-talking, cross-dressing, criss-crossing, bitch-walking
No money, no ho, having ass niggas
I can't fuck with you, no sir
Y'all steady broken, I'm staying blessed like kosher

That's for sure
I ain't mad
You killed it, nigga
Let me step in the ring

We steady mackin', the rest of y'all niggas quarterbackin'
Chop niggas in half, bad fashion
Got blame for no deaths, been lauded
Imagine me goin' to gym

We've practiced shit-talkin'
A lot of niggas be shit-talkin'
Put your body in the grave, start sleepwalkin'
If anybody thinkin' they tough, nigga

Threaten the raw, nigga
Might get murked, nigga
Tired of soft niggas thinkin' they hurt niggas
Funny, you can't even hurt niggas

But you do the most, nigga
I swear you do the most, nigga
Peace of poverty, y'all niggas in Miami
Steady holdin' the rock in the air like a dynasty

Honestly, I don't got time for this
Monkey niggas in the game like Jumanji, bitch
So get lift
Smirk, but who jokin', bitch

Every time y'all front, none exist
Smokin' mirrors, I don't got a sub gettin' there
Your hope, you're scared
A demon got a coast to clear out

What
Boy, you scared of the truth
More than hittin' a booth
Elephant so big, can't step in the room

Prepare to doom
Mush, I got room
How your raps watered down
My nigga, I'm waterproof

Dukes, no hazard
Twenty-one, can I drink
I'm still a savage
Passive, bastard

Anybody comin' at me, they stand backwards
Ten toes down, tell me who the last one
Shit, we be the last one

Written by:
Donell Moss, Shawn Dunbar

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