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Bobby Grand - Talk About It Lyrics



Bobby Grand - Talk About It Lyrics
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Aye, they say I'm next up out the west
I don't know about no runner up
But out here I'm the best, aye
Lotta niggas runnin' they mouths, talkin loudly
But watch me pop with no cosign, let's talk about it
Big dreams in the smallest major city
First thing I learned as a youngin', nobody's f*ckin' with me
Finally got it rollin, so if you gang, you stuck with me
All that time I spent tucked, now it's my time and we up
Listen, I really mean it when I say I'm about to make a billion
I was never okay with being a regular civilian
Thinkin' bout children and where my life gon' be at
Tryin' to cut down they struggle, you know, life is a Black
So when it all falls down, at least they pockets is fat
Teach my son to stand tall, disrespect and get smacked
Aye, first step is to separate, the bottoms crowded
Too many leeches, snake niggas, let's talk about it
Might be the realest, let's talk about it
Move around like I'm fearless, let's talk about it
Chasin' after this mil', turn that shit to bil'
I don't need no deal, nigga, let's talk about it
Learned the hard way, the game's so cold
But I will not forsake my soul, let's talk about it
This shit too real, so I don't care if you feel if you ain't live how I live
Let's talk about how I got it out the mud
These niggas is mad as f*ck
Need to focus on they craft, all of they albums suck
Rookie vet, but I'm better late
It's a marathon, not a race, that's why I never hate
Way too much money to get, so stay low and keep shootin
Sad, they Brett Favre'n, keep fumblin' bags
Worried about Gucci rags, instead of payin for ads
Niggas still live what they dads, yeah, no wonder they mad
Better get yo' ass home, clean that room up
Get them dishes out the sink, lil' nigga
Pick your shoes up, take yourself out
I mean, the trash, niggas swear that they bad
Talkin bout catchin fades and ain't catchin' shit but crabs
This a light job, I ain't even runnin yet
Biding wars over this Nike head, now run my check
They say its lonely at the top, good, the bottoms crowded
Too many real niggas f*ckin' up, let's talk about it
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Aye, they say I'm next up out the west
I don't know about no runner up
But out here I'm the best, aye
Lotta niggas runnin' they mouths, talkin loudly
But watch me pop with no cosign, let's talk about it
Big dreams in the smallest major city
First thing I learned as a youngin', nobody's f*ckin' with me
Finally got it rollin, so if you gang, you stuck with me
All that time I spent tucked, now it's my time and we up
Listen, I really mean it when I say I'm about to make a billion
I was never okay with being a regular civilian
Thinkin' bout children and where my life gon' be at
Tryin' to cut down they struggle, you know, life is a Black
So when it all falls down, at least they pockets is fat
Teach my son to stand tall, disrespect and get smacked
Aye, first step is to separate, the bottoms crowded
Too many leeches, snake niggas, let's talk about it
Might be the realest, let's talk about it
Move around like I'm fearless, let's talk about it
Chasin' after this mil', turn that shit to bil'
I don't need no deal, nigga, let's talk about it
Learned the hard way, the game's so cold
But I will not forsake my soul, let's talk about it
This shit too real, so I don't care if you feel if you ain't live how I live
Let's talk about how I got it out the mud
These niggas is mad as f*ck
Need to focus on they craft, all of they albums suck
Rookie vet, but I'm better late
It's a marathon, not a race, that's why I never hate
Way too much money to get, so stay low and keep shootin
Sad, they Brett Favre'n, keep fumblin' bags
Worried about Gucci rags, instead of payin for ads
Niggas still live what they dads, yeah, no wonder they mad
Better get yo' ass home, clean that room up
Get them dishes out the sink, lil' nigga
Pick your shoes up, take yourself out
I mean, the trash, niggas swear that they bad
Talkin bout catchin fades and ain't catchin' shit but crabs
This a light job, I ain't even runnin yet
Biding wars over this Nike head, now run my check
They say its lonely at the top, good, the bottoms crowded
Too many real niggas f*ckin' up, let's talk about it
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Writer: Bobby James, Jr Pope
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Performed By: Bobby Grand
Language: English
Length: 2:17
Written by: Bobby James, Jr Pope

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