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Feed me something new I don’t need the same meal Half of us blind to truth and really can’t tell When you sticking to your shit you really can’t fail Instead of putting shit together that don’t blend well Came up from the gutter we don’t know no hotel House party, house party, hop on the bail Liquor burn my liver, I deliver like the mail Bitch, why you being selfish? Hang up on the cell, quick Got a minute politic, it’s a real short list If you can’t afford this, you can count on em all in Money real long, so you know I’m gon’ spend And you know I reign true, saying when it’s gon' end? See thе man with a scope on his lens? That’ll be my cousin, and you know wе all kin Numbers going up, And you know I’m on 10 Too much talking, too much talking Ain’t nobody tryna hear all that If I don’t answer, I’ll call back But if I don’t, I bet you think I’m all that This is how it is when you poor black This is how it is when I fall back Too much talking, too much talking And I’m not afraid to record that Too much talking, too much talking Letras de cancionesAin’t nobody tryna hear all that If I don’t answer, I’ll call back But if I don’t, I bet you think I’m all that This is how it is when you poor black This is how it is when I fall back Too much talking, too much talking And I’m not afraid to record that All these records labels tryna put me on consignment I been on the block tryna un earth the diamond Had to change a bit of my environment Til the only way i move is flying private Stubborn man, and a tad misguided Before I made a band I was a man from the bottom Full throttle, the best know the threshold Since I touchdown, gassed up, TEXACO Shut it down, syndicated, feel me out in Mexico That’s skinny light, eyes low when I hit the dope Find your own identity you people not original Took a little trip, out in LA it’s identical When I got the rock, bounce with the give and go Got a song, Bounce, Y-S-L on the zippers bro By the way, honestly, this like a ritual See the team in the V, speeding off, here we go Too much talking, too much talking Ain’t nobody tryna hear all that If I don’t answer, I’ll call back But if I don’t, I bet you think I’m all that This is how it is when you poor black This is how it is when I fall back Too much talking, too much talking And I’m not afraid to record that Too much talking, too much talking Ain’t nobody tryna hear all that If I don’t answer, I’ll call back But if I don’t, I bet you think I’m all that This is how it is when you poor black This is how it is when I fall back Too much talking, too much talking And I’m not afraid to record that From Letras Mania