Sidewalk Talk (feat. ZayReal)

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TreGotti

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You got me Zay
I got you, go in
Let me talk my shit
Check, look
Uh, reporting live from the sidewalk
From the city, representing till the sky fall
Young bulls dodgin' cop cars
Wanna be rockstars, iron sparks, really makin pop charts
Equip clips with tips, like the sidebar
Flow water like on which, that I walk
Young nigga treat cyphers like an eyeball
(Elaborate)
Hey, I’m tal-king, Xerxes me
Sight gleam, It seems that
They realize they’re cornea, the more I lash
Who breeds these niggas? That’s all I ask
(Sheesh)
Full speed, with the pedal thru the floor I mash
Not tryna lose y’all, my cruise off, the more I gas
I’m rude y’all, no Rupaul, I pull ‘part tracks
In fact, see every bull addressed, with the more I drag
Eyes closed, I compose and snap
It’s in my roots dawg, with all these black thoughts I have
I feel a relapse
Niggas still in the field
Tryna find that comma in a haystack
I need me a Jill Scott, see me in the field ock
Out of all from L-Mott, I’m the one that’s still hot
Beat the beat like Cochran with a case
2-3 combination, boy your beats not safe
Back to back like Jordan in 4-5
All I see is red targets, just look at the bullseye
You ain’t hot, you average, the hood lied
In the projects tryna get you a penny like good times
I’m at the corner with hustlers, who moving dimes
And these fiends like some actors, they going over the lines
Hit rewind while going over the lines
Everyday is Halloween for you bitch niggas disguised
I got the cheat code, rage like In beast mode
Told em I’m a problem, can’t solve, no equal
Skating on these tracks, then I’m ghost no see through
Say you in the trap, but we just don’t believe you
(hmph)
What a shame
Couldn’t rule a thing, now it’s time to play the game
I am but a king, that’s surrounded by these lames
I ain’t ask to be the greatest, I just woke up and it came
Everybody ain’t real, I used to hate that
Gone when some shit go left, like a racetrack
Had dreams of pulling up on em in a Maybach
Then I copped the old school, mobbin like I’m asap
Hit record, I’ll murder you with the force
They ain’t see a Sky Walker like this, since Luke born
You rappers are lukewarm, I’m all on ya shoe horn
Whole internet watch you get fucked, like YouPorn
And I’m still from the projects, feeling like ‘07 Wayne in a 5X
Still kinda grimey, wondering who ima rob next
Run you off the old town road, no Nas X
In this building with no ceilings, but I sho’ got flows
I’m fuckin with no feelings, and I still got hoes
I got a way with words like kleptos
She gives throat
I give I.O.Us then get ghost
Let’s go
Dreams still intact, got my fiends in the back
No caddy, never lack
Shit had me, but I’m back
Never full or semi lac, cuz my mom already know
Since a baby with the diaper, I been on the same shit
Money be the language, cuz it always made sense
Politicking in the bank, like a fuckin banquet
Top 2 and not 2, in spite of how pissed you get
(Your shit’ll never go number 1)
Ain’t that a bitch
They gon learn soon, I ain’t for play
Put the pump to your chest, CPR it away
Leave em with the scrunched face, put the iron away
Ducking alphabet boys, while I ride with the K
Watch what you say, catch you in the elevator lobby
Have you seeing all white
That’s that Whitney and the Bobby
Turn em to a ghost
Yeah I got the power, like I’m Tommy
Catch a body, that’s a homi
When I’m rollin up with Gotti
Niggas thought that I was buried, I was really planted
Take a photo, since this is, how God’s bigger plan is
Suicidal snot nose, but I still had hope
And Vic had dope, to get high when he low
Pain kills, truth hurts, when it brought to the light
So I deal in the shade, and sleep walk thru life
Holding it tight, for real
Guard this shit with my life
Balancing life through strife
Carry on through right and wrong

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