Jsteezzy & 16raheem - $pliff Talk

It's Steezzy the truth
Lurking the cut but we back in the booth
Give you the L like before you say loose
Cause fucking with me nigga you gonna lose
Fix up the flow going nuts like the screws
Sleeping on me not aloud like the snooze
Nigga know me round the city no news
I rap cause I love it this not for the views
And if I'm the goat it's just what y'all accused
You niggas really sound betta on mute
Follow same equation but neva compute
Road to the top is a tricky commute
I'm sticking to strictly committing
No quitting no slipping I'm going and getting
Be steadily heading to greatness is my only use
This lemonade caused I pissed off what I made you
Put that shit on God shoutout my nigga Zeus
That I'm the god means I'm better than you
Imma super star and I'm shinning right threw
Cause the dark was all that I knew
No sub par rising straight to the top
Cause I come from the bottom below in the blues
Cold world under thirty two
Fine girls all around me boo
She bless me like saying achoo
She a lefty yet still using two
She sexy yet I tell her she cute
She text me like hey what it do
Remind myself I'm the mother fucking man
Living through cycles like a ceiling fan
And people be begging tryna take me there
They prolly ain't know I got no fucks to give

Cause I'm too high for this shit
Too fried for a fuck to give
I'm take my problems and I solve em' when I light up the spliff
Let's get's high
You gotta speak that spliff talk when you fried when you fried
Cause I'm too high for this shit
Too fried for a fuck to give
I'm take my problems and I solve em' when I light up the spliff
Let's gets high
You gotta speak that spliff talk when you fried

They be all on my pages they lurking they waiting for
Something that they could go clown on
Eye never care to give any attention to muhfuckers I look down on go
Smoking a pound strong, bounce on, find me a beat I can pounce on
Running a beat like Ezekiel Elliot cowboy ain't talking bout rhinestone
But you know the villain be getting the numbers
It's up and down like its the dow jones
Ok I think that I'm up in my bag
If they keeping you fed then don't reach at the hand
I don't get real excited not touching a band
If I ever get rich I might turn out be boujee
Might chill at the beach with my feet in the sand
With a joint and it's probably like three in my hand
Started blowing up I'm sealing the fans
Want the blue money it's teal or it's bland
Stay to myself I'm protecting the brand
But yea it feel cool when you meeting a fan
You could never outsmart me bitch
Twenty four hours prolly wore three fits
Sixteen Steezzy and messi defly better than anything
Up in yo top three bitch
I be up in New York eating chopped cheese bitch no cap
All that hating you losing yo kinfolk
I be popping like coke with the mento
I be doing this shit from the mental
I be tapping right into the spiritual
When I didn't fail school was a miracle
I heard Kendrick when he was on swimming pools
Ion drink ion kick it in Liverpools

I be killing these beats by the truckload
Money ain't everything but I want mo
If you crossing that line then you done for
Gotta come to the back not the front do
Sixteens they pop like a gun show
They gone take yo spot cuz it's cut throat
Used to not want nun but the blunt smoke
If you jealous of me you don't come close
I be killing these beats by the truckload
Money ain't everything but I want mo
If you crossing that line then you done for
Gotta come to the back not the front do
Sixteens they pop like a gun show
They gone take yo spot cuz it's cut throat
Used to not want nun but the blunt smoke
If you jealous of me you don't come close

Written by:
Ibraheem Azam, Jalen Sharp

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