Armani - Let's Talk Lyrics

(Yeah yeah Yeahh) yeah yeahh
Yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah they keep asking if i'm street, for real
Okay let's talk about it
Don't think it's sweet like Ion leave the house without my pocket rocket
Try to step too close to me
I swear they gone white chalk somebody
And Ion got love up in these streets so I don't talk about it
Yeah, niggas let that fame switch em
They chase the clout while I'm just tryna see some change nigga
Just lost my auntie Venice
I swear that pain hit different
I swear that pain hit different
I had days sleeping on a mattress on the floor
Had niggas stabbing me in the back
They so back door
Draco start spitting
Now they thinking we all at war
Patek two tone
Iced out you know my heart too cold
Iceboxed my heart man I'm so tired of being
Alone
Ian have shit
'Member all them nights we was all alone
Me and yayo trapping days and nights
We anit have no loans
So don't start acting like we was close when I get on
Let's talk, man ian finish (Uh)
He wanna talking, man his block i'm finna bend it
Got .223s, gone let em loose when I start spinning
Glizzy a demon, caught a body he start grinning
Forgive him for his sins
I been serving 8 balls to the feens since a jit
Granny told keep my head up
Don't flex about your wins
Glock got a new twin
Bullets pierce in your skin
Ion fear any man
Imma stick right to the plan
I'm just saying
It's like i'm living in a jungle
I got pain and I know God know
Just be the light for this dark road
I'm just tryna find a way up out the struggle
I cannot let my family struggle again
Fame, I can't let it stop me
When the light done shinning man who gone rock with me
And I hope they let my dawg free
I told yayo if he need anything he better call me
I told yayo if he need anything, he better call me
Finna put some money on landon books
I hope they let my dawg free
Cause even though this shit happen
He always had my back, he'll let shit clap
Always had it on his lap
You'd think was a dike cause he kept a strap
What you know about pain and fortune
I'm tryna cop a grip, f*ck them new jordans
Cause they anit important
New whip came in imported
Hop in, put that bitch in sport
All in my duffle, i'm thanking the lord
New patek for the boys
Why these niggas keep playing wit' me
Big thirty on me, i'm aimin' it
I'm not tryna be famous
If you gon' make a comment, put a name on it
Bitch you know i'm lit so what you saying
I'm destined for greatness
Bitch i'm smoking dope shipped out from vegas
They all in my comments steady hating
Niggas acting like they street but we know that they faking
My dawg start rapping, hope he make it
I know the fame will not change him
Bitch i'm really bout it
Yeah stop the lacking
Rio loading up his weston
Catch him up in traffic
Yeah you wanna act hood
Lil nigga talk about it
You wanna talk about it?
Yeah
You wanna talk about it
Let's talk about it, Let's go
You wanna talk about it
Let's talk about it, Let's go
They wanna talk about it
Let's talk about it, Let's go
Yeah yeahhh yeahh yeah