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Correct Talk Black To Me Lyrics
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Geri D' Fyniz
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Correct Talk Black To Me
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Tell me who gettin it Tell me who ain't I can read between the lines most can't Perception is a motherfucker Wearing a busted rubber Giving birth to all y'all fakes Tell me who gangsta Tell me who not Tell me who lyin bout work that they got Tell me who screaming this they block And ain't did shit about these Race soldier problems Tell me who conscious Tell me who sleep I'm sicka fake activists Just postin memes All dey doin is masturbating About what they name is And all victims of the same enemy Tell me what's the plan Cause y'all wasting hella time All that back & forth ya doing Ain't making you a dime Tell me what's the truth It's too many Alt- Facts Tell me if you really wanna buy the hood back Tell me when you're starting Matter fact let me see it I ain't got time for goofies Just playing make believe We in a war zone I don't know what y'all thinking If u get caught slipping Might end up leaking I'm Jus talkin real shit Nigga I ain't preaching Most of y'all dim wits Won't believe till you see it All this cooning Gone catch You a beatin Sabotaging black lives We gone stop you from breathing That was a promise not a threat Them hittas are ready When shit hits the fan Dey keep eyes on front sights While we aiming (POW) Won't be no more talking Or asking for justice If you opposition You faded (Adios) Ya revolution ain't winning If you waitin and begging for some permission From the same assholes With a system in place Giving crumbs While they steady making billions On my life I say fuck that I'm not clueless What You thinking I'mma Buck dance Like Ray Lewis I switched up the flow But my bars are not typical I know I got you thinking While you listen to this beat that How the fuck he spitting knowledge And I'm feeling hella litty Guess this what the game is missing Turn up music with a meaning (For Real) I waited my time (Time) Now I'm here to get it (get it) Mutha Fuck a cosign (Fuck it) Or artificial gimmicks (Facts) Don't need no handouts (nope) Cause my grind is so authentic (yep) So I ain't signing shit (fuck a deal) I'm Mr. independent Put myself on Without begging or luck I don't need no one's help I can hold my own nuts Write my own fuckin songs Built my own studio Putting up my own dough I can say what I want Time to put the bullshit to a cease While I'm making real shit For the streets It's long overdue But I'm pushing through Take all the chips Just bet em on me Tell me who the hottest Tell me who wack Yall keep Giving weak Muh fuckas passes Then complaining Mumble Niggas Is Killing rap But ain't spending a dime To bring that real shit back No shade I spit fuggin facts If you get offended Blow it out your ass I'm gone talk my shit And keep it real brash Ain't looking for friends Just give me cash (In Bitcoins) I ain't much for the braggin (nah) But I'm the dopest up in my lane Treat da rap game like a toilet Just came through defecating Got hella love for my city (Chi-Town) But I ain't beggin them to paid I ain't beggin them to give plays I ain't payin to perform on stage I'mma keep it a buck fifty Like a bezzle in a fitted Fly high above the fuck shit Without plans of a descension Not to mention I'm in charge of all of this I'mma say that shit again I'm the boss give me my ends
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