Pillow Talk & Slander

Man, we don't want much

We just want what belong to us

Man, we ain't greedy, we hustlers, ****

Butch

If I could talk to the old me, I'd tell him, "Watch these hoes

And them **** gon' rat, delete them numbers out your phone"

I left Ashland at FCI, met a plug and then got on

I could have made my brother rich, that **** died 'fore I got home

I got the aura of a boss, ask ****, they know my body

I'm on MSNBC talking politics with Ari

Ate sardines out the can, my birthdays ain't have a party

So apologize for what? I'm too rich to say sorry

Wrote a letter to the streets, addressed it Whom It May Concern

Everybody Can't Go, and that's shit I had to learn

I be back on my bullshit when the beef get confirmed

I lay on a **** like Katt Williams perm

Walk the path of a king, first I saw it in my dreams

Now it's happening, ayo, Hit, we got these ****

'Cause every time I drop, the hood telling me the streets is back again

One, two, three

If I could talk to the old me, I'd tell him, "Watch these hoes

And them **** gon' rat, delete them numbers out your phone"

I left Ashland at FCI, met a plug and then got on

I could have made my brother rich, that **** died 'fore I got home

Yeah, the streets dead, can't a soul save 'em

Huh, you just a rapper, that's a bold statement

I watched a kingpin lose and that shit fucked with my mind

I was looking up to 'em before my faith was in God

Yeah, take you around to small towns, you get much more

First, you cut class, jump off the porch, now you cut dope

Identity sealed behind that mask 'cause he cutthroat

She put some in a baggie, some in her purse, so I don't trust hoes

I usually judge these **** by the taste of they watch

And then the pandemic hit, they started faking me out, yeah

I said, "Fuck college," went straight to the block, no witnesses

Better chances, guess it's safe at the top because it's lonely, ****

If I could talk to the old me, I'd tell him, "Watch these hoes

And them **** gon' rat, delete them numbers out your phone"

I left Ashland at FCI, met a plug and then got on

I could have made my brother rich, that **** died 'fore I got home

**** from the sandbox turn into your rival

'Cause they watch you put the work in, then they feel entitled

Pillow talk and slander, but they don't wanna try you

It's about what I can teach you, not what I can buy you

What I'm capable of doing is the only thing that scares me

I'd have told the old me, "Don't even let them near me"

Somethin' 'bout the rush, you just can't get enough of it

Name on indictments with **** you don't hustle with

They just love to tell it, I just love to sell it

Shit so strong, it's still wrapped and you could smell it

Sittin' in the spot with the work and the gun out

At the end, the true colors always gon' come out, real shit

If I could talk to the old me, I'd tell him, "Watch these hoes

And them **** gon' rat, delete them numbers out your phone"

I left Ashland at FCI, met a plug and then got on

I could have made my brother rich, that **** died 'fore I got home