Speak that real (So'!) I'm sendin' that email out to whoever
Wishin' that we can break this curse amongst each other and come together
Hurts me my soul, kids pickin' up that gun at 11 years old
Go back and turn on they mans when they 16 and be in that lockdown cold
Eyes full of pain, devil trynna' make his way through all them gateways
Love should be spread, not hatred between men and women everyday
Close them portals by prayin', so he ain't creepin' through them alleyways
Keep that info close to you, they'll snake you out for them funds now you in a chase
Hot day with no air through the way, always livin' the same old shit
Tellin' youngin' to stay dangerous before he go out the house to tote that stick
Break the cycle so yeen' in the turbine, trynna' fix cord that on the line
That shit can connect to the input, a forest fire can happen in that vine
Shawty stones not rhine, Bass on the track, So' speakin' with the B.B. Simons
Crack copped by the friend, you might think it might be laced, but you think it's temptin'
Stick together with them friends, ain't playin' you green, money finished printing'
Kill the deer I'm gettin' rid of it for real, you could catch me with the knife skinnin'
Name's Benja-man, hold that or attempt the retwist, have ya' hands crampin'
Hard event to convey as you think his death in the backseat was really canon
Can't fault you for how you feel, that's my fault for even feelin'
Just don't try to ride my wave when I got the surfboard lil' villian
That Silver Surfer, nah you can't even and try to go Galactus
Money on ya' head, stickin' on ya' like we done killed that tick
Hurt the most when a person who you f*ck with the most don't f*ck with you the same
Now how am I gon' be the one to try and check them, when I'm the one to blame
Bartender givin' you 90 of the 100 you gave, better check them numbers
Bad bitch leave yo' life you might be haunted forever if you go and fumble her
Shock the crowd, from that deep-end or the swamp, you the real Stunna
Excited to go catch him one, I bet they'd offer him to be the topgunna
Ain't do that move too sound and now he done woke the whole sidewalk
Switchy talk, caught him a couple and he flee'd now, pigs on that Atlanta Hawk
Now it's all about you once I be the bigger one, and say it's my fault
Switch around, things get shaky, then it be a minute till the next time y'all talk
Jayso - Let's Talk Lyrics
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Speak that real (So'!) I'm sendin' that email out to whoever
Wishin' that we can break this curse amongst each other and come together
Hurts me my soul, kids pickin' up that gun at 11 years old
Go back and turn on they mans when they 16 and be in that lockdown cold
Eyes full of pain, devil trynna' make his way through all them gateways
Love should be spread, not hatred between men and women everyday
Close them portals by prayin', so he ain't creepin' through them alleyways
Keep that info close to you, they'll snake you out for them funds now you in a chase
Hot day with no air through the way, always livin' the same old shit
Tellin' youngin' to stay dangerous before he go out the house to tote that stick
Break the cycle so yeen' in the turbine, trynna' fix cord that on the line
That shit can connect to the input, a forest fire can happen in that vine
Shawty stones not rhine, Bass on the track, So' speakin' with the B.B. Simons
Crack copped by the friend, you might think it might be laced, but you think it's temptin'
Stick together with them friends, ain't playin' you green, money finished printing'
Kill the deer I'm gettin' rid of it for real, you could catch me with the knife skinnin'
Name's Benja-man, hold that or attempt the retwist, have ya' hands crampin'
Hard event to convey as you think his death in the backseat was really canon
Can't fault you for how you feel, that's my fault for even feelin'
Just don't try to ride my wave when I got the surfboard lil' villian
That Silver Surfer, nah you can't even and try to go Galactus
Money on ya' head, stickin' on ya' like we done killed that tick
Hurt the most when a person who you f*ck with the most don't f*ck with you the same
Now how am I gon' be the one to try and check them, when I'm the one to blame
Bartender givin' you 90 of the 100 you gave, better check them numbers
Bad bitch leave yo' life you might be haunted forever if you go and fumble her
Shock the crowd, from that deep-end or the swamp, you the real Stunna
Excited to go catch him one, I bet they'd offer him to be the topgunna
Ain't do that move too sound and now he done woke the whole sidewalk
Switchy talk, caught him a couple and he flee'd now, pigs on that Atlanta Hawk
Now it's all about you once I be the bigger one, and say it's my fault
Switch around, things get shaky, then it be a minute till the next time y'all talk
Wishin' that we can break this curse amongst each other and come together
Hurts me my soul, kids pickin' up that gun at 11 years old
Go back and turn on they mans when they 16 and be in that lockdown cold
Eyes full of pain, devil trynna' make his way through all them gateways
Love should be spread, not hatred between men and women everyday
Close them portals by prayin', so he ain't creepin' through them alleyways
Keep that info close to you, they'll snake you out for them funds now you in a chase
Hot day with no air through the way, always livin' the same old shit
Tellin' youngin' to stay dangerous before he go out the house to tote that stick
Break the cycle so yeen' in the turbine, trynna' fix cord that on the line
That shit can connect to the input, a forest fire can happen in that vine
Shawty stones not rhine, Bass on the track, So' speakin' with the B.B. Simons
Crack copped by the friend, you might think it might be laced, but you think it's temptin'
Stick together with them friends, ain't playin' you green, money finished printing'
Kill the deer I'm gettin' rid of it for real, you could catch me with the knife skinnin'
Name's Benja-man, hold that or attempt the retwist, have ya' hands crampin'
Hard event to convey as you think his death in the backseat was really canon
Can't fault you for how you feel, that's my fault for even feelin'
Just don't try to ride my wave when I got the surfboard lil' villian
That Silver Surfer, nah you can't even and try to go Galactus
Money on ya' head, stickin' on ya' like we done killed that tick
Hurt the most when a person who you f*ck with the most don't f*ck with you the same
Now how am I gon' be the one to try and check them, when I'm the one to blame
Bartender givin' you 90 of the 100 you gave, better check them numbers
Bad bitch leave yo' life you might be haunted forever if you go and fumble her
Shock the crowd, from that deep-end or the swamp, you the real Stunna
Excited to go catch him one, I bet they'd offer him to be the topgunna
Ain't do that move too sound and now he done woke the whole sidewalk
Switchy talk, caught him a couple and he flee'd now, pigs on that Atlanta Hawk
Now it's all about you once I be the bigger one, and say it's my fault
Switch around, things get shaky, then it be a minute till the next time y'all talk
Writer: Jared Duplessis
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid