We Ain't Listening

[HD] Deep conversation in the booth... Shout out Blast Holiday, Henn Sippa, lil B-Stroll, G, Wayne, Mo... [Verse 1: HD] I ain't know they made beats like this no more They don't make solid niggas like H no more Sig Sauer in my drawers when I'm ducking the boys I be shooting Henn bricks, he be grabbing the boards I only talk guapole, most of you faggots is whores I be leaning on bitches then pass them on to my boys You greet them with kisses then go and diss them on songs The bitch say you pillow-talking, cupcaking at home I'm in the hood tryna find the lowest price on the zone All that talking on the mic will get you iced with the chrome I eat DB for breakfast, nigga I'm reckless From the booth to 6-1 I'm all night with it restless Eyes red from the Fanta and the grandaddy I'm serving you wack rappers out the Glad baggy Make you pick the rocks up, fuck hand-to-hand And I took you under my wing, you told on your whole family Hook (2x) We hear you talking, but we ain't listening You rap about this trife shit but we living it You talk about the kitchen but you ain't cooking zips We hear you talking pussy, you need to zip your lips [Verse 2: Henn Sippa] Door to door, band to band, man to man, boy to girl Boy and girl on demand, with things and that's plural No diamond watch on my wrist, but it's still Sippa time A nigga will go damn near blind tryna watch mine Ice cubes on my fingers, bout to put them on the mackdown My flights be on time, I'm back with out of state lines While we living in Hell, I just hit up Jesus Just one of many lines, but he always come straight through No grey goose, my 20-ounce got eight deuce That's what us island niggas do right by the deuce Bearfaced Sippa, I pour it, I sip it And go like King Tut fucking with the Hieroglyphics Dumb lines on the liquid, you wish that you can live with Niggas say that they do this and they got that but they don't live it All this syrup got me twisted, itching, red and purp I'm mixing High life accrues suspicion, everything a real nigga mention... (Hook 2x) [Verse 3: Blast Holiday] I hear you talking, I'm never listening Only keeping coke in the tires if they Michellin Only purple smoke's getting blowed, no Timberland Envisioned my demise from my killers eyes like Damn he was fly, belonged in the sky If I had a lie detector, test right now Your CD get no play, hit eject right now Erase them out the iPod, caught a light nod Actavis and Welch's, Sip stay with ounces Got me high like Meteor Man, no Robert Townsend Because I stay with Iron Man like Robert Downey Tony Starks Black N Chrome like G-Dirty 5-9 till my death cause my street's worthy But you's no good, like sea scurvy Keep 30 like Steph Curry In the kitchen whipping blizzards like McFlurry