Louis Swagú - DON'T TALK TO ME Lyrics

Shh!
I'm 'bout to float
'Bout to float for real
(Walk Among Kings)
Shh! Don't talk to me man, shh!
Like don't speak, don't say a word
I mean it too, think I'm playing?
Sure I really wanna get the bands
Know what I'd do to get my hands on the cash
If I'm coming in advance
Grinding when I get the chance
Stuffing lyrics in my pants
Ain't no money in my wallet
I don't got it
But you know that I can't get it on demand
Getting hotter than the pan
Come and blow me like the fan
I could make it to the top with no romance
But woah, woah, woah, let me stop it right there
You a turtle and I am the hare
Find myself going so hard in the booth
And for what?
Like what am I getting into?
I'm going up to the roof,
I'd like to say that, but know I'm just acting a goof
Don't matter what I do,
It ain't enough for me but the homies still stickin' like glue
I don't like all the drama they coming for me they ain't coming for you
And it ain't nothing new
Like tip toe (tip toe)
I don't got no diamonds on my wrist though
I can see it clearer than a window
I got a Toyota for a whip though
But it's lit though
And I got family all across the states
I wanna see em all 'fore I'm outta the bay
And they peeping my music like everyday
That's support for a homie thousand miles away
And it's getting too hard to tell real from the fake
So if you hate my music than just keep it straight
I ain't make it for you I just make it for me
But don't talk to me bout it when I blow up one day
Don't talk to me now when way before you didn't
Actin like I never came up in your mentions
And now like everybody giving me their wishes
Like it's Christmas
When way before you really didn't care
'bout how you always come sneak dissing
I found out everything, really know the ones who snitches
I'm with it, you really got snakes up in your britches
No riches, don't talk to me I'm burning all the bridges
And they don't know how much I put into this man
They really keep telling me that I ain't 'bout it
and, "This is trash," and, "this is wack!" and this-
"You don't know how to rap and you don't know how to mix and master!"
And, "You don't know what youre doing man"
And, "You don't know what this is-"
And you don't know how much I put in, how much I grind
How much I put my heart and my soul into this-
Every fiber of my existence
I'm swirling in chaos
Pretty soon they'll be trying to reach me with a seance
I really think 'bout my future too much
If my rap career do not erupt,
I got plans to make money or none
Often make me hate myself
Cuz I'm always trying to rate myself,
Little know I made myself
Can't persuade myself
To take on another mission that I know is gonna save myself
Swear I'm way too nice
They take advantage of me all the time
But I'll snap on you quick if talk 'bout what's mine
I don't mind gettin' fights if it means that you gon' pay the price
So if I cut you off then take it personal
I really just rapping it with no rehearsal
I'm awkward as Urkel
And it's comes full circle
I'm clutching my mic, and I'm spittin' my mind 'til I'm purple
Like tip toe (tip toe)
I don't got no diamonds on my wrist though
I can see it clearer than a window
I got a Toyota for a whip though
But it's lit though
What they say 'bout me next?
Prolly something 'bout how I'm derivative-esque
Waking up every day to all negative texts
But how much I put in is a hundred percent
And I'm thankful for all of the hating
Without all of that, I'd have never made it on a station
But if I'm keeping it basic,
unleash my frustration
Don't talk to me actin' like we been related
Don't talk to me now when way before you didn't
Actin like I never came up in your mentions
And now like everybody giving me their wishes
Like it's Christmas
When way before you really didn't care
'bout how you always come sneak dissing
I found out everything, really know the ones who snitches
I'm with it, you really got snakes up in your britches
No riches, don't talk to me I'm burning all the bridges

Shh!
I'm 'bout to float
'Bout to float for real
(Walk Among Kings)
Shh! Don't talk to me man, shh!
Like don't speak, don't say a word
I mean it too, think I'm playing?
Sure I really wanna get the bands
Know what I'd do to get my hands on the cash
If I'm coming in advance
Grinding when I get the chance
Stuffing lyrics in my pants
Ain't no money in my wallet
I don't got it
But you know that I can't get it on demand
Getting hotter than the pan
Come and blow me like the fan
I could make it to the top with no romance
But woah, woah, woah, let me stop it right there
You a turtle and I am the hare
Find myself going so hard in the booth
And for what?
Like what am I getting into?
I'm going up to the roof,
I'd like to say that, but know I'm just acting a goof
Don't matter what I do,
It ain't enough for me but the homies still stickin' like glue
I don't like all the drama they coming for me they ain't coming for you
And it ain't nothing new
Like tip toe (tip toe)
I don't got no diamonds on my wrist though
I can see it clearer than a window
I got a Toyota for a whip though
But it's lit though
And I got family all across the states
I wanna see em all 'fore I'm outta the bay
And they peeping my music like everyday
That's support for a homie thousand miles away
And it's getting too hard to tell real from the fake
So if you hate my music than just keep it straight
I ain't make it for you I just make it for me
But don't talk to me bout it when I blow up one day
Don't talk to me now when way before you didn't
Actin like I never came up in your mentions
And now like everybody giving me their wishes
Like it's Christmas
When way before you really didn't care
'bout how you always come sneak dissing
I found out everything, really know the ones who snitches
I'm with it, you really got snakes up in your britches
No riches, don't talk to me I'm burning all the bridges
And they don't know how much I put into this man
They really keep telling me that I ain't 'bout it
and, "This is trash," and, "this is wack!" and this-
"You don't know how to rap and you don't know how to mix and master!"
And, "You don't know what youre doing man"
And, "You don't know what this is-"
And you don't know how much I put in, how much I grind
How much I put my heart and my soul into this-
Every fiber of my existence
I'm swirling in chaos
Pretty soon they'll be trying to reach me with a seance
I really think 'bout my future too much
If my rap career do not erupt,
I got plans to make money or none
Often make me hate myself
Cuz I'm always trying to rate myself,
Little know I made myself
Can't persuade myself
To take on another mission that I know is gonna save myself
Swear I'm way too nice
They take advantage of me all the time
But I'll snap on you quick if talk 'bout what's mine
I don't mind gettin' fights if it means that you gon' pay the price
So if I cut you off then take it personal
I really just rapping it with no rehearsal
I'm awkward as Urkel
And it's comes full circle
I'm clutching my mic, and I'm spittin' my mind 'til I'm purple
Like tip toe (tip toe)
I don't got no diamonds on my wrist though
I can see it clearer than a window
I got a Toyota for a whip though
But it's lit though
What they say 'bout me next?
Prolly something 'bout how I'm derivative-esque
Waking up every day to all negative texts
But how much I put in is a hundred percent
And I'm thankful for all of the hating
Without all of that, I'd have never made it on a station
But if I'm keeping it basic,
unleash my frustration
Don't talk to me actin' like we been related
Don't talk to me now when way before you didn't
Actin like I never came up in your mentions
And now like everybody giving me their wishes
Like it's Christmas
When way before you really didn't care
'bout how you always come sneak dissing
I found out everything, really know the ones who snitches
I'm with it, you really got snakes up in your britches
No riches, don't talk to me I'm burning all the bridges