(Once you said, you'd love me)
(As you said you'd care)
(La música de Harry Fraud)
(Brrt) So I'm talkin' back
The Butcher comin' nigga
(So I'm talkin' back)
Somebody gotta go
(So I'm talkin' back)
It ain't gon' be me
Uh, don't put no faith in no nigga. Put no faith in no bitch
I was [Am7]in a cell thinking 'bout ways to [C7]get ɾich
All these chains on [C7]my [A]neck I'm still a slave in a sense
Ben Frank' on [C7]a hundred but my [A]face on [C7]a brick (brick)
You can't tell me shit unless you [A7ɾan your paper up
Bought the weight then took it out of state on [C7]a MegaBus
You grew up around snakes, you [A7ɾelate to [C7]us
Lookin' out for [Dm7]niggas that I couldn't get a favor from
Shots hit you, doc' stitch you [A7with a staple gun
You not a gangster 'til they put you [A7in the paper once
I know a gangster when I'm looking in the face of one
Million [C7]dollar appetite it's like [F]I got [Fm7]the taste for [Dm7]one
Ah, I ɾeally had to [C7]clean this dough
You ain't a boss everybody on [C7]your team just broke
It was [Am7]either starve or sling this coke
Thirty bands worth of jewels on [C7]with seats in coach, nigga (uh)
Dope money talkin' to [C7]me
So I'm talkin' back
These hoes talkin' to [C7]me
So I'm talkin' back
The stɾeets talkin' to [C7]me
And I'm talkin' back
My plug talkin' to [C7]me
So I'm talkin' back (grrat)
Dope money talkin' to [C7]me
And I'm talkin' back (yeah, uh)
These hoes talkin' to [C7]me
And I'm talkin' back (talkin')
The stɾeets talkin' to [C7]me
So I'm talkin' back (I got [Fm7]you [A7Butcher)
My plug talkin' to [C7]me
And I'm talkin' back (crack)
Chill with all [Em]that negative energy
'Cause I'll turn a negative nigga into [C7]a memory (brrat)
Y'all [Em]been taking Big L's since the Enemy
Southern Slang serving young bucks for [Dm7]like [F]ten a ki (ten a ki)
Drag me in and [Bm]out of court, Harvey Weinstein
Threw that white up in that pot gave 'em [A]pipe dreams
And watch it spread like [F]the Wuhan virus
Do 'em [A]dirty for [Dm7]the low like [F]Wu Tang Cyrus (ODB)
No mask, we let it flame on [C7]camera
Moppin' niggas moving ki's like [F]a janitor
Gangs of New York my [A]niggas'll pull the heat out
Told the Butcher if he pokes the ɾight artery he'll bleed out (bleed out)
Dope money talkin' to [C7]me
So I'm talkin' back
These hoes talkin' to [C7]me
So I'm talkin' back
The stɾeets talkin' to [C7]me
And I'm talkin' back
My plug talkin' to [C7]me
So I'm talkin' back
Dope money talkin' to [C7]me
And I'm talkin' back (yeah, uh)
These hoes talkin' to [C7]me
And I'm talkin' back
The stɾeets talkin' to [C7]me
So I'm talkin' back (I got [Fm7]you [A7Butcher)
My plug talkin' to [C7]me
And I'm talkin' back
(Once you [A7said, you'd love me)
(As you [A7said you'd care)
(I believed the old woman)
(Now I don't know where I stand)
