Talk Down

[Hook}

**** will talk down just to look up

I'm getting warmer when I cook up

George Foreman couldn't grill the ****

Work the clock, like a chef

**** will talk down just to look up

Wasn't ready when I pushed up

Stood steady with my chest up

6'3, you ain't check?

I just been pulling Strings, I ain't rushing and damn 'sho ain't pick up my dribble

I stay on point at all times I might pass to my **** or shoot off the dribble

**** will rush to the light in the dark of the night, now you caught in the middle

I be a thief in the night I just passed by that bitch now she playing the fiddle

Give me the keys, the code to the safe, they never been safer

I know some **** who owe it to faith, but really ain't ever been faithful

I know some villains, some fiends, and I got some foes

They keepin they space though

Who the fuck told this lil boy he could pop out the bay and start making them waves though?

Love when they talk on my back

Imagine me giving 'em that

If I gave them half of my plate they'd be like "this a platter" but it's a just snack

Work, and I work, and I work

Business aside from the rap

**** make way to the game, get adjusted to fame, just to fall off the map

[Hook}

**** will talk down just to look up

I'm getting warmer when I cook up

George Foreman couldn't grill the ****

Work the clock, like a chef

**** will talk down just to look up

Wasn't ready when I pushed up

Stood steady with my chest up

6'3, you ain't check?