Talk My Shit - Fetty Wap

Even lie about

I ain’t even lie about

Ay, yeah baby

Ay, I ain’t even playing games

On god you can feel it

How dare you talk down

Like I’m not one of the realist

You hop a nigga back

Now I see you in your feelings

Paid all that shit back

Gave you the first million

Even before my kids, even before my mother

Ready to die for you nigga

You gon turn me on my brother

On god that shit hurt

Somehow I still love you nigga

Yeah, ha

You was something like a father figure

I ain’t even sign with niggas

Lost on the island now

They can’t even find me nigga

I can’t ven lie it ain’t about money at all

Coz, follow in your ways got m stacking it tall

You ain’t know the business

I was way too big of a star

It’s like having a Bugatti but can’t pay for the cars

Like chasing a lil bag when we should’ve been up

I made way over 10, but it wasn’t enough

It shoulda came on a truck

Go ahead, tell em I’m lying

Must got wings on me, tell em I’m flying

I was loyal for real

They all told me jump ship and bail

Stay down, I was walking on nails nigga

You can ask my soul they gon tell you I’m a soldier

Gotta watch your friends, keep your enemies close

Niggas always hate, gotta ride with the toes

Always know I be good, you ain’t know how to show it

You can ask my soul they gon tell you I’m a soldier

Gotta watch your friends, keep your enemies close

Niggas always hate, gotta ride with the toes

Always know I be good, I ain’t know how to show it

Ay, yeah

Niggas always ask me why you back in the field

I’m like, I just went back it was real

Still got family here

Most these niggas turned out snakes, but a few

Still in the burbs, penthouse with a view in it

Soon as I leave the hood get home and I view different

Lot a niggas heard I was down but a few witness it

Nigga I be sneaking this money this glue different

Sneaker boxes full of 50 the dresser got blues in it

Talking to the money, roll up and I cruise with it

Whenever I get more I’m letting the crew get it

Thinking bout these years I don’t regret it at all

Cause nigga I was happy to ball

I was throwing it all

I brought it all I don’t be shopping at all

So much tags I could open a store nigga

Yeah

I did it right but couldn’t save all my dogs

My hood angels got caught by the law

You can ask my soul they gon tell you I’m a soldier

Gotta watch your friends, keep your enemies close

Niggas always hate, gotta ride with the toes

Always know I be good, you ain’t know how to show it

You can ask my soul they gon tell you I’m a soldier

Gotta watch your friends, keep your enemies close

Niggas always hate, gotta ride with the toes

Always know I be good, I ain’t know how to show it

Yeah yeah baby