เนื้อเพลง Slick Talk - J.I.D

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เนื้อเพลง Slick Talk

[Intro]
Activate, activate, activate, activate
Activate, activate, you know I'm about to activate
Activate, activate, activate, activate
Activate, activate
(whoa Kenny!)

[Verse 1]
Activation, activation
Maturation, process, rap game too saturated
Grab your lady, masturbation on her face
A acne patient acting patient, so complacent
Comfortable, a basic bowl of sh*t
Hold my own, I own my d*ck
Go shaloma unpredictable
And roll with the clique and fold with big clips
Ya'll know I feel activated when I came in this b*tch
Claiming the 6, I don't care about being famous and sh*t
I was a bad little never had, n*gga get the bag
Give it back to my fam, boy I am who I am
Hope I don't get in a jam in a jam
Had a dream of eating lamb in the Lamb'
And the label come off fam with the ram
Like Martin, Gina, Cole, Tommy, and Pam
Start scheming boy, you die where you stand

[Beat Switch]

[Interlude: Jamaican DJ]
Now hear dis! You likkle spit and chew out soundbwoy
You mussi think you can go buy experience a Woolworth!
You mussi think a so King Selassie I get him crown!
No, no, no!
No, no, no, no way!
You got to work hard for it!

[Verse 2]
This the type of sh*t that have n*ggas in beef
Dat Slick Talk followed by some stick talk then sleep
Pissed off, I done took my fifth loss this week
Big dog, I can scratch that sh*t off like fleas
I got a lotta sh*t to say, but I'ma keep my list short
I know alotta your favorites not gon' f*ck with this part
When I'm done, please know that I was trying to diss y'all
'Cause if this is a competition, then I'm setting this bar
In my city, who's with me? I'm in my own lane, Jack
N*gga said, "J.I.D. so flame, I propane rap"
I'm from East Atlanta like Gucci and Travis Porter
But my story is similar to the hare and the tortoise
Pen so sharp told stories you thought I forged it
Back in the fourth grade, never read Curious Jorge
My n*gga Corey kept a little 40 inside his North Face
Left a n*gga with no face and beat the court case
Coming home from ball practice, took the street the short way
We from the East, but never gave n*ggas a reason
To try it or think it's easy, soft p*ssy n*ggas eat the sorbet
Or eating your face, squeeze the heat, then leaving your place
I've been telling you life's a b*tch, but it's a beach in your case
I've been yelling and throwing fits, I'm tired of screaming all day
I've been fighting these f*cking demons all day
Man, this sh*t ain't never been easy, maybe I just need a breather
Hand your boy the blower, let me squeeze it
Blow a little steam, ain't hating, I'm just heated
N*ggas know what I mean, but n*ggas don't know what I been through
So if I offend you then, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh

[Chorus]
I heard n*ggas looking for a problem
But we don't need to move until the rent due
My n*ggas hands itching, finna rob something
Better pray to God that he don't get you
Better pray to God that he don't get you
Better pray to God that he don't get you
Better pray to God that he don't get you (Our Father)
Better pray to God

[Verse 3]
Look, okay
F*ck what a n*gga say or, look, my mama think I made it
Lift my head to skies, I cry and begin prayer
Thanks to the maker, got me out of an awful place
My n*gga gone for 17 years like a cicada
More than a motivator for me to get off my anus
And kick ass like I'm Danny Mainus
Put the pen pad to the paper, big mad with a painting brush
Splish splash, drawing scenes from my dim lit past
Dimwit, pimp sh*t, syndicate with the pen grip
Ripping sh*t, intimate, infinite rhyme kicking, l-l-let's begin
Who's your list? Your top 10? You can say whoever better than
I'm ready now, I was ready then, I was headed down the aisle
Rap game in a wedding gown, she gave me the ring
I said, "Yes" and vowed for forever now
On the honeymoon, getting naked now
On a money pile, doing doggystyle
I'm a father now, and you are my child
Or you aren't my child, I'm on "Maury" now
And I'm talking loud, the results are found
You are not the - wow, I should kill this b*tch like a doggy pound
We divorcing now
I want the cars, ring, clothes, all the houses
You broke my heart, I'm re-organizing
Really trying to be mature about it
But I got a killer like a f*cking dealer
Dream-villain, spill-villain rhyme to the ceiling
Would I should I kill a rapper 'cause I coulda
Duh n*gga, this a gun and a bullet

[Chorus]
I heard n*ggas looking for a problem
But we don't even move till' the rent due
My n*ggas hands itching, finna rob something
Better pray to God that he don't get you
Better pray to God that he don't get you
Better pray to God that he don't get you
Better pray to God that he don't get you

[Outro]
Not that I need it
This n*gga cap as f*ck man
Ain't not cap in my rap
[?]
Where y'all n*ggas from for real?
[?]
Ohhh

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