Talk My Shit (Remix)

[Verse 1: Asaad] New Black til the death of me Killing shit unexpectedly Sexy Chanel whores will ride a nigga equestrily This is art with no apologies Ego luxury lifeology And wack niggas is fucking up the economy My bible-esque verses are utterly Deuteronomy Sorry is for the pussy boys, nigga fuck an apology Walk with me, fuck with me, nigga follow me Hood nigga, yea I used to splurge on Polo Now I'm smokin' hookah, dolo, and yes-men is a no-no And my bad bitch is my Yoko and we going out for Froyo I'm the shit, I walk in slow-mo, all black, fuck a logo I'm talking my shit and I got niggas calling it quits I seen all of this shit, it's like I was calling the shit Young and ethereal, smoke while eating cereal The enter(?), as to impress an imperial I lost my grandpop, brought me down on my knees I feel like "fuck the world", yet I do as I please Turning nothing degrees like nigga fucking degrees What the fuck is steez, I'm ashing all my Acne jeans Aquille got me experimentin' all types of shit The Balmain bikers when I'm on my young Michael shit 27 shit, hell-bound and heaven-sent Sarcastic rhetoric, that "good could be better" shit Me and my thoughts alone in a zone, it's so cold It's fuckin' snowin', fucks frozen, say fuck it and keep on goin' Every real nigga charm, if you singing this song Take a two from a one as I pass the baton [Verse 2: Grande Marshall] Raise my kids in southern Italy, shop my bitch in Serendipity Cover bases with Egyptian, listen this that of Angelista(?) Jesus Christas, pena wall(?) all slipping off the fishscales Well marvel at the marbel I was a sensation but our feelings don't last forever So don't say this "from Comme de Garcon to Comme to Grande" Like (?), unzip the entrees Ran mines from her hips to her clit Felt like the first time I seen a brick Not your ordinary hero But word to the wise in the skies, it does not read of an ordinary evil Name a rapper equal, poise in the palm, it's the balm Same swag swing that swap from everything From a daughter to her mom, damn Piaget rose gold, glory hallelujah Said Motherfuck my past when they told me I'm the future Reston, Royfield, Windsor V 73 like the scene but much rather see the bitches Glimpse it, thoughts displayed in high definition Eye for an eye, niggas couldn't see the vision Wanted slices of the pie and they work in the kitchen I got niggas tryna get this money like I is No sympathy for back layers, player get it how you live I go to sleep dreaming of lambs, did you catch that? Work with that work, nigga stretch that This that '75 Broad Street Bully back to back flow Them shits ain't got the reflector, the fuck you get em for? We them niggas at every event, gold medal flexin' You don't gotta like it but respect it We ahead of the curve so nigga get it straight Expensive taste, Medusa faces on the dinner plates Big emblem Benzes, champagne for my real friends And real pain for my shame friends