Talk To Big (Explicit)歌词-Dave East

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Talk To Big (Clean) - Dave East

Written by：David Brewster/Tivon Key/Crystal Caines

I got niggas that's never coming home

B**ches say they love my music don't know none of my songs

I guess poverty changed me I was a decent kid

I was rece' in bed I had a dream I could speak to Big

Harlem ain't nowhere like it

I fell in love with new records 'cause all my homies liked it

Chick from parole was light-skinned

She got my bro indicted

Now he up north I write him

Trust me I know the prices

Looked at my homie lifeless

I need some sh*t I can feel nobody touch me

I say I'm meant to be here the doctors say that I'm lucky

My cousin was a crusty he used to stick up to get high

He robbed a corner bodega on camera had to sit five

Came home talking that jail sh*t

He got his weight up like niggas is frail

But still he just couldn't sell sh*t

Youngins got the block sewed up like rugby patches

They hate you when you go get it yourself they love you askin'

Know you starving they throw you rations

Wonder why his stomach grumbling

Shawty come from nothing ain't never have sh*t

His father in the mountains his mother just want a pill to make

The only motivation he ever had was to steal a bike

Something in his system was different just wasn't feeling right

4AM phone call his cousin got killed tonight

He tryna double back on the last time he heard his voice

Can't be indecisive these streets will help you to learn your choice

Back to Bentleys back to the trenches ni**a

My digits bigger I smoke with Nas and I build with Jigga

A true artist you could never paint a realer picture

Convinced your sister to twist her just had to spill some liquor

A new rapper ask 'bout new rappers I don't feel them niggas

I chill with women they chill with niggas they different niggas

In the field so long these Timberlands made a killing in them

I benefitted from plenty hitters they still my niggas

When Master P was yelling ice cream man

My uncle got caught with nineteen grams

If you don't like me damn

How you gon' hate me I ain't had sh*t in the 'frigerator

Now it's royal silk from molded bread and spoiled milk

I know they gon' hate y'all

I know they gon' hate y'all

I know they gon' hate y'all

The time it took me to make it here

Tell me how the f**k I'ma make it fair for a hater

I know these niggas ain't playing fair

Murder let you know this sh*t is real and we can take it there

Can't afford them Jordan's had to take a pair

I done seen the toughest niggas freeze up

Hammer just left 'em shaking there

This sh*t feel like a lion tryna race a bear

You niggas'll never catch me it's probably gon' take a year

Top ten b**ch I'm locked in like Jamaican hair

Headshots used to be a scope I put a laser there

Put newspaper on the carpet air who walking

I don't trust these voices talking or the walls in my apartment

It's getting darker pistol under the parka

Imagine pouring Fruity Pebbles and roaches fall out

Make you wanna go to court shoot the judge before you walk out

Make you wanna eat a ni**a food just pull a fork out

I be doing push-ups in my cell before I talk 'bout

Anything we involved in criminal code

Ex-b**ches ready for war they some militant hoes

Coke in the flesh this that sh*t you feel in your nose

You college niggas come see how it feel to chill with a pro

Could never compare you don't know how it feel to be broke

Just tryna get high niggas you feed and stealing your smoke

Can never punch her but when I f**k her she still can get choked

First verse was the struggle I bubbled right off a ink ball

Eight ball with all black diamonds I bet they hate y'all

That money know they gon' hate y'all