Goat Talk

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Chris Messan

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I promise shit is just not what it seems
Money be my true religion, I pocket the jeans
Full of broccoli, with a side of collard greens
But I don't f*ck with vegetables, I'll pop at your bean
These days, it's hard to tell who's really all on your team
I might have to f*ck around and start a proper regime
Like Malcolm X or Martin Luther King, my life a movie scene
And since a youngin' it was set, I always had a dream

Woke up broke, hopes to be rich
I ain't never sold no dope, but still I learned how to flip
Gotta watch who you let close, I keep a stick on the hip
For them niggas out there waiting, praying, hoping I slip
One shot no assist, he gon cease to exist
And if we get caught by the pigs, I bet I'm pleading the fifth
Ain't promoting violence, especially when we in this climate
Real G's move in silence, cheese and beef on the dish

That might fly over your head, but you gon get it later
Brodie masked up, I call him Zim, that boy a home invader
I done hit my share of licks, I'm cool off pulling capers
But that's my dawg, and for him I might do any favor
Bitches asking where I'm at and what I'm doing later
The durag got a cape, but I ain't finna save her
You wasn't there when I low, you can't be with me lit
You wasn't there when I was poor, you can't be with me rich
They ain't think that I could spit but now that's over with
Still got that shit to make them dance, that hit the shoulder shit
And really this just the beginning, know I'm cold with it
Italic flows, I could switch it up, get bold with it

What's the Word, niggas acting like these females
Whip get to sliding like a Powerpoint, it's detailed
No retail but anything I do, I Excel
And niggas say they want the smoke until we exhale
'Cause when the hype blows off, you niggas micro soft
And your life don't match your tweets, you shouldn't have typed those off
We might stomp him out with cleats until the spikes fall off
Quick to send a nigga off, that's that "bye son" talk
Like Appa with a chopper or Vicky with the blicky
C Messan wit the Wesson, in case this shit be getting tricky
We caught him running, had to give that boy a quickie
Backshots, no lube, and I was gone in a jiffy

Off that line they gon say I'm gay, get to dissing me
It's all okay, comfortable wit my masculinity
And I can stamp, I pulled more bitches than you'll ever see
The only time she f*ck with you is off the Hennessy
Is y'all fucking with my energy?
Pocket full of hundreds, this the home of the centipedes
They tried to turn the tables on me, still the centerpiece
Want this shit forever, Imma do it till I'm seventy
Just give it time, I'll be they favorite celebrity
House up in the hills, Calabasas not Beverly
I ain't close but I ain't far, that's what they telling me
My crib is at a large like it did a couple felonies

Niggas said I ain't fit in cause I could spell and shit
Made me hate my skin until I fell in love with melanin
I look at em' now, and boy I'm sorry you irrelevant
I'm just in my element, slick talk, yeah I'm elegant
Don't call me white 'cause I talk better than you
Bitch
Talk to me nice, I get more cheddar than you
I dress better than you, sex better than you, I think I like my ex better than you, I step better than you, on God
Just sidenotes, but still I popped them for the hell of it
My side hoe your main chick, I hate to tell you it
Don't get your melon hit, I lost all my benevolence
Way I never ever gave a f*ck, they think I'm celibate

Damn
Y'all niggas don't know what y'all in for
It's always been me, I ain't never had no mentor
Instilled in me, this the reason I was sent for
I set the trend, watch niggas copy like a ten four

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