Aminé ft. Saba - Talk Lyrics

Can I sing for you?
Niggas lookin' worked up
I got 'em mad and now their feelings gettin' turned up
You say you poppin', but your crowds be soundin' chirped up
Them crickets louder than your baby mama's first cook
Nigga, get your work up

My dawgs with me like we in PetCo
I'm a OG, you a retro (ugh)
The niggas hatin' on me ride the metro
I earned so much, I'm Ernesto
Been doin' this shit from the get-go
And my eyes real, real low from the petrol (true)
The snakes gon' hate, let the Drac' go
But you can't hate when my chain cost your payroll (damn)
Pen game good and my dick good (wow)
I really wish your bitch would
Got her ass out, she a standout (mm)
If she got a kid, I'm a dad now
TSA trip with the pat-down
Feel like Herbo, when a nigga got them racks out
What I gotta do to go dumb?
Your girlfriend know where I'm from
I'm a west coast nigga, but you already know (ooh-wee)
I got hunnids in my pockets and your bitch at the door
I'm like DiCaprio on Wall Street
I'ma hustle real hard 'til they off me
I'm a wolf in the pack like I'm Lil B
Nigga, you can't faze me, you crazy

I really gotta talk this talk (yeah, say what?)
I really gotta walk this walk (say what?)
I really gotta talk my shit (true)
I really make some calls (true, true)
I really gotta talk this talk (goddamn, say word?)
I really gotta walk this walk (goddamn, uh-huh)
I really gotta let 'em know
I ain't here for fuckin' jokes (no way)

I'm in this death I'm still livin'
The perfect juxtaposition (yeah)
Throw on my joggers and Jordans
My shorty hold me up like Jordan and Pippen
The flu game, I flew over continents just losin' scholarships
They was just tryna get rid of us niggas
I just say, "Screw 'em" like fill ups with with us
Philanthropy, now I peed in a cup
For my niggas who knew they were reekin' of drugs
And the system for you down and not to come up
Nigga gon' shoot down your dream for the club
Still ain't gettin' in (in), still aimin' to win
I had to move out, I still can't with the fam (yeah)
Her shit be movin', I still can't really dance
I had to lose all that shit I was taught
I had to duke it out, I had to fault
I had to fight 'cause I don't wanna talk

I really gotta talk this talk (yeah, say what?)
I really gotta walk this walk (say what?)
I really gotta talk my shit (true)
I really make some calls (true, true)
I really gotta talk this talk (goddamn, say word?)
I really gotta walk this walk (goddamn, uh-huh)
I really gotta let 'em know
I ain't here for fuckin' jokes (no way)