Lirik Lagu Slick Talk - J.I.D
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Activate, activate, activate, activateActivate, activate, you know I'm about to activateActivate, activate, activate, activateActivate, activate (whoa Kenny!)
Activation, activationMaturation, process, rap game too saturatedGrab your lady, masturbation on her faceA acne patient acting patient, so complacentComfortable, a basic bowl of shitHold my own, I own my dickGo shaloma unpredictableAnd roll with the clique and fold with big clipsYa’ll know I feel activated when I came in this bitchClaiming the 6, I don't care about being famous and shitI was a bad little never had, nigga get the bagGive it back to my fam, boy I am who I amHope I don't get in a jam in a jamHad a dream of eating lamb in the Lamb’And the label come off fam with the ramLike Martin, Gina, Cole, Tommy, and PamStart scheming boy, you die where you stand
Now hear dis, you likkle [?] soundbwoyYou must a think [?] experienceYou must a think a [?] King Selassie I[?]No, no, no, noNo, no, no, no[?]
This the type of shit that have niggas in beefDat slick talk followed by some stick talk then sleepPissed off, I done took my fifth loss this weekBig dog, I can scratch that shit off like fleasI got a lotta shit to say, but I'ma keep my list shortI know alotta your favorites not gon' fuck with this partWhen I'm done, please know that I was trying to diss y'all'Cause if this is a competition, then I'm setting this barIn my city, who's with me? I’m in my own lane, JackNigga said, "J.I.D. so flame, I propane rap"I’m from East Atlanta like Gucci and Travis PorterBut my story is similar to the hare and the tortoisePen so sharp told stories you thought I forged itBack in the fourth grade, never read Curious JorgeMy nigga Corey kept a little 40 inside his North FaceLeft a nigga with no face and beat the court caseComing home from ball practice, took the street the short wayWe from the East, but never gave niggas a reasonTo try it or think it's easy, soft pussy niggas eat the sorbetOr eating your face, squeeze the heat, then leaving your placeI’ve been telling you life's a bitch, but it's a beach in your caseI've been yelling and throwing fits, I’m tired of screaming all dayI've been fighting these fucking demons all dayMan, this shit ain't never been easy, maybe I just need a breatherHand your boy the blower, let me squeeze itBlow a little steam, ain't hating, I'm just heatedNiggas know what I mean, but niggas don't know what I been throughSo if I offend you then, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh
I heard niggas looking for a problemBut we don't need to move until the rent dueMy niggas hands itching, finna rob somethingBetter pray to God that he don't get youBetter pray to God that he don't get youBetter pray to God that he don't get youBetter pray to God that he don't get you (Our Father)Better pray to God
Look, okayFuck what a nigga say or, look, my mama think I made itLift my head to skies, I cry and begin prayerThanks to the maker, got me out of an awful placeMy nigga gone for 17 years like a cicadaMore than a motivator for me to get off my anusAnd kick ass like I'm Danny MainusPut the pen pad to the paper, big mad with a painting brushSplish splash, drawing scenes from my dim lit pastDimwit, pimp shit, syndicate with the pen gripRipping shit, intimate, infinite rhyme kicking, l-l-let's beginWho's your list? Your top 10? You can say whoever better thanI'm ready now, I was ready then, I was headed down the aisleRap game in a wedding gown, she gave me the ringI said, "Yes" and vowed for forever nowOn the honeymoon, getting naked nowOn a money pile, doing doggystyleI'm a father now, and you are my childOr you aren't my child, I'm on "Maury" nowAnd I'm talking loud, the results are foundYou are not the - wow, I should kill this bitch like a doggy poundWe divorcing nowI want the cars, ring, clothes, all the housesYou broke my heart, I'm re-organizingReally trying to be mature about itBut I got a killer like a fucking dealerDream-villain, spill-villain rhyme to the ceilingWould I should I kill a rapper 'cause I couldaDuh nigga, this a gun and a bullet
I heard niggas looking for a problemBut we don't even move till' the rent dueMy niggas hands itching, finna rob somethingBetter pray to God that he don't get youBetter pray to God that he don't get youBetter pray to God that he don't get youBetter pray to God that he don't get you
Not that I need itThis nigga cap as fuck manAin't not cap in my rap[?]Where y'all niggas from for real?[?]Ohhh
Activation, activationMaturation, process, rap game too saturatedGrab your lady, masturbation on her faceA acne patient acting patient, so complacentComfortable, a basic bowl of shitHold my own, I own my dickGo shaloma unpredictableAnd roll with the clique and fold with big clipsYa’ll know I feel activated when I came in this bitchClaiming the 6, I don't care about being famous and shitI was a bad little never had, nigga get the bagGive it back to my fam, boy I am who I amHope I don't get in a jam in a jamHad a dream of eating lamb in the Lamb’And the label come off fam with the ramLike Martin, Gina, Cole, Tommy, and PamStart scheming boy, you die where you stand
Now hear dis, you likkle [?] soundbwoyYou must a think [?] experienceYou must a think a [?] King Selassie I[?]No, no, no, noNo, no, no, no[?]
This the type of shit that have niggas in beefDat slick talk followed by some stick talk then sleepPissed off, I done took my fifth loss this weekBig dog, I can scratch that shit off like fleasI got a lotta shit to say, but I'ma keep my list shortI know alotta your favorites not gon' fuck with this partWhen I'm done, please know that I was trying to diss y'all'Cause if this is a competition, then I'm setting this barIn my city, who's with me? I’m in my own lane, JackNigga said, "J.I.D. so flame, I propane rap"I’m from East Atlanta like Gucci and Travis PorterBut my story is similar to the hare and the tortoisePen so sharp told stories you thought I forged itBack in the fourth grade, never read Curious JorgeMy nigga Corey kept a little 40 inside his North FaceLeft a nigga with no face and beat the court caseComing home from ball practice, took the street the short wayWe from the East, but never gave niggas a reasonTo try it or think it's easy, soft pussy niggas eat the sorbetOr eating your face, squeeze the heat, then leaving your placeI’ve been telling you life's a bitch, but it's a beach in your caseI've been yelling and throwing fits, I’m tired of screaming all dayI've been fighting these fucking demons all dayMan, this shit ain't never been easy, maybe I just need a breatherHand your boy the blower, let me squeeze itBlow a little steam, ain't hating, I'm just heatedNiggas know what I mean, but niggas don't know what I been throughSo if I offend you then, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh
I heard niggas looking for a problemBut we don't need to move until the rent dueMy niggas hands itching, finna rob somethingBetter pray to God that he don't get youBetter pray to God that he don't get youBetter pray to God that he don't get youBetter pray to God that he don't get you (Our Father)Better pray to God
Look, okayFuck what a nigga say or, look, my mama think I made itLift my head to skies, I cry and begin prayerThanks to the maker, got me out of an awful placeMy nigga gone for 17 years like a cicadaMore than a motivator for me to get off my anusAnd kick ass like I'm Danny MainusPut the pen pad to the paper, big mad with a painting brushSplish splash, drawing scenes from my dim lit pastDimwit, pimp shit, syndicate with the pen gripRipping shit, intimate, infinite rhyme kicking, l-l-let's beginWho's your list? Your top 10? You can say whoever better thanI'm ready now, I was ready then, I was headed down the aisleRap game in a wedding gown, she gave me the ringI said, "Yes" and vowed for forever nowOn the honeymoon, getting naked nowOn a money pile, doing doggystyleI'm a father now, and you are my childOr you aren't my child, I'm on "Maury" nowAnd I'm talking loud, the results are foundYou are not the - wow, I should kill this bitch like a doggy poundWe divorcing nowI want the cars, ring, clothes, all the housesYou broke my heart, I'm re-organizingReally trying to be mature about itBut I got a killer like a fucking dealerDream-villain, spill-villain rhyme to the ceilingWould I should I kill a rapper 'cause I couldaDuh nigga, this a gun and a bullet
I heard niggas looking for a problemBut we don't even move till' the rent dueMy niggas hands itching, finna rob somethingBetter pray to God that he don't get youBetter pray to God that he don't get youBetter pray to God that he don't get youBetter pray to God that he don't get you
Not that I need itThis nigga cap as fuck manAin't not cap in my rap[?]Where y'all niggas from for real?[?]Ohhh
