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tafari marley – talk that lyrics

hook:

i know y’all want me to talk that shyt
what kinda man would i be if iain talk that shyt
they be like dot i relate bro talk that shyt
you either swim or drown so i’ma talk that shyt
i know y’all want me to talk that shyt
what kinda man would i be if iain talk that shyt
they be like dot i relate bro talk that shyt
you either swim or drown so i’ma talk that shyt

verse 1:

young nigga coming from the chi
home of 808s and where bullets fly
mild sauce and hockey sticks
slide doors back then bodies flip
growing up i seen alotta shyt
seen bullets fly before i was six
so i grew numb to alotta shyt
was never phased by that prada shyt
designer shyt
boy my unc was the plug
dressed like gucci louie shyt was in his blood
(designer)
buck 50 hats diamond chains rings tats
young nigga i looked up to that
ege tj world
it’s my blood in that
boomermobb boy you betta’ show love to that
slick dissing we bed not hear none of that
joe blow might blow off your tongue for that
growing up tryna be like rose
then keef and herb came out
i was always tryna work out
till i heard them shots rang out
none of my brothers got took by that trigger
that’s y ion got beef with no nigga
i’m just tryna k!ll beats and stack figures
and show the world just how i’m that nigga

[hook]

verse 2:

youngboy tryna make it to the nba
i ain’t hiding big bro got the .38
everybody gon eat
gotta earn ya plate
boy you betta duck ya taco you see the murder rate
we ain’t dummys we big thinkers
all my bros weed smokers and lean drinkers
how i stay clean i don’t know
i just don’t do it like internet beef
sorry to step on necks but nigga we gotta eat
iain never sleep lil nigga don’t catch a z
i’m writing raps chasing tryna catch this dream
it take like a good week to get two 16s
man you blessed if you get 2 16
hard to focus on dreams while dodgin red beams
i’m tryna get money they just tryna get a name
i wanna be jay z they just tryna be the game

too many funerals for niggas to grieve
harold’s make it hard for a nigga to leave
can’t be a good man in the city of sin
3 choices , nigga
glock, ball, or a pen

i shoulda died like a. month ago
now i just gotta live thru the summer hoe

[hook]

- tafari marley lyrics

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