Talkin' $hit

[Intro: Mick Jenkins & jSTOCK] (Yawns) Yahhhh Ahaaa (Laughs) FTMG What'cha know about it? Yahh [Verse 1: Mick Jenkins] Trynna had a peace sign on the keys to the whip Piece, pipe, pass, and keef on the spliff Trynna keep the peace, tell yo' homies to relax cause it's homies in the Chi with the piece on the hip Put the message to yo' mind, get the keys to your heart Then I stunt like a nigga puttin' keys on the strip Like 12 in the trunk in the old day Wu Ginger-Ale in my cup and some OJ too Talk a '09 Chi with the Cocaine Coupe And you already knew that the top J. Crew Ya know I got love for the tri-state few With the rubber bandannas so the socks stay viewed Niggas don't gas, I ain't runnin' out of fuel Shit gettin' hot and I ain't runnin out of cool [?] on the wrist gettin' wet cause i'm draped and i'm dripped like i'm running out the pool Gotta face of the piff and i'm running with the crew Dollas in ya pocket if you ridin' with the Free Call a couple niggas and we pile in the car with my knees to the seat like i'm ridin' with police Girl gettin' spoiled like a tub of cottage cheese Ridin' through the streets like i'm reppin' Cottage Grove Hop up out the drop At the spot And it's hot Give a dap to the niggas and a nod to the hoes [Chorus: Mick Jenkins] So let me talk my shit, bruh Let me talk my shit, fool Let me talk my shit, cuz Let me talk my shit Gone and talk it if you walk it, nigga Whip it like you hawkin', nigga Fresh to death and nothin' less They just might have to chalk it, nigga [Verse 2: jSTOCK] I'm with the free, try and get a ring Sober hippy, blue dreams Went to bed with them old plans, waking up with them new schemes Young pharaoh, kiss the ring 5D, Hennessy, and chicken wings Tried to drop some jewels on niggas, but dumb ass niggas ain't listening Bitch ass nigga this the Christening Pop the rose, sip the pink Roll another one every time you blink Drop another song every time you think Niggas was dumb, but we still havin' fun [?] stuns calm down when I had the sink Brainstorm, let it rain Out of my mind, I need a shrink Nickname Burman and P-Rop Rollin' up some of that mean pot Running that shit 'till our knees lock Holes on the pole like a ski shot So it's no hope, no wishes Free whole bars like soap dishes Young nigga shine cause the gold with us So fuck choosin' one, bring both bitches [Chorus 2: Mick Jenkins] So let me talk my shit, bruh Let me talk my shit, fool Let me talk my shit, cuz Let me talk my shit Gone and talk it if you walk it, nigga I don't even do this often, nigga Y'all can bet, it's effortless, you best proceed with caution, nigga (x2) [Refrain: Mick Jenkins] I've been ridin' through the 'ville Ignorin' the [?] Dismissin' the niggas that's claiming they poppin' choppas On my solo, dolo Or maybe with this honey, dog, skin buttered up from the coco Tell me what'chu know about a life where you grind all day Like DeShawn white pipe dream might [?] way And you get it in the dark, fool Gotta get it how you live Nigga gotta problem with a nigga that ain't got it, but he always talkin' shit Funny how it get a nigga pissed [Verse 3: Mick Jenkins] Money always fuck a nigga up Funny how it get a nigga dissed Honeys always look a nigga up Soon as he get that check They at yo' neck Everybody wanna be down Everybody wanna be 'round Even them squares Niggas out here pullin' up a chair Honeys out here [?] with the stairs Is it cause that other shit stale? Is it all this fuckin' Ginger-Ale? Is it all the thrift shit? Is it that apparent with the piff [?] Is it that we bring it in the mail? Said you can't tell Sure it ain't the fuckin' Ginger-Ale [Outro: Mick Jenkins] Ahaaa Are you hapy now? You niggas got me talkin' shit (x2) Well i'm gone and talk it cause I walk it, nigga I don't even do this often, nigga Y'all can bet, it's effortless, you best proceed with caution, nigga