Austin Hitte - Library Talk

Quite down, library talk
I don't want no one to know
Where the fuck I'm headed
How I get to and from the spot that I go
I don't need no big chain, or a fast whip
Boy, I'm still out doin' the most
Climb to the top of the hill and I don't need a rope
Or a hand out, think you motherfuckers understand now
That I stand out, and not stand around
It's food for thought
Like it's peanut butter, and we jam out
Hungry in a traffic jam now
The rest of the week you been needin' some sleep cause you slammed out
Fall asleep on the damn couch
While I'm still awake baking cookies in a pan, wow
Like whoa
Don't sleep on me
Smile on face like PYT
I don't brag I don't boast
Countin' up my coins politely
Don't sleep on me
Movin' at rapid speed
Doing it casually
I won't be another casualty
Cause my momma taught me how to duck and weave
I ain't finna get caught for some 18
On these hoes that wanna fuck for free
Baby this ain't what it seems
I put the Fort Knox on my jeans
Hit the CVS up in the morning
For some plan A that's plan B
I'll pull the money out my bag
It's longer than damn receipt
Get the product and I retreat
Back to the crib that I stay, pull up to shorty and tell her to eat
Then I go have me a regular day
This ain't the shit that I do on a regular basis
Usually I ain't gotta say shit
Got my breath and I won't waste it
On these regular bases
I've been hustlin' day shift on the week days
And night shift on the weekends
I've been stackin' paper 'till it meet ends
Hit the lottery like jack pot off a free spin
Goin' yards like home run on a 310
Strike 'em out with my ink pen
808's in the deep end
Lyrics never fuckin' sink in
Yeah that's how it goes
21 years on this planet But wisdom on 50 years old
Now watch the story unfold
Woah!
Don't sleep on me
Smile on face like PYT
I don't brag I don't boast
Countin' up my coins politely, politely
Don't sleep on me
Quite down, library talk
I don't want no one to know
Where the fuck I'm headed
How I get to and from the spot that I go
I don't need no big chain, or a fast whip
Boy, I'm still out doin' the most
Climb to the top of the hill and I don't need a rope
I'm pushing this dope

Written by:
Austin Hitte

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