(Smok3y hit it yeah)
I'm not an artist, but I got some talent
I play on the keyboard, and bring on some magic
Anxiety killing now that shit is tragic
I roll up a fattie and write up on Tully my nigga (Yeah)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
I'm not an artist, but I got some talent
I play on the keyboard, and bring on some magic
Anxiety killing now that shit is tragic
I roll up a fattie and write up on Tully my nigga (Yeah)
Y'all want piece of the heat (Yeah)
But I'm done serving the streets (Yeah)
No Need for credit on this (Yeah)
I got the gang on this shit (Yeah)
Smokey, hit it yeah
I got some verses for you
Drop by surprise I aint give out no clues
Toxic got art now that's talent for you yeah
My niggas are rapping this shii
I got this talent on me
More like they under my wing
Managing niggas my age so put some respect on my name
Put some respect on my name
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Talent's when a nigga hit an instrumental
Hoping for the best with the shii that he writing down
Putting himself out there for the judgments
Coming from yall f*cking clowns (Ya)
Just when I'm ready for all of your judging
Anxiety got me just all out here doubting
I scrap all my projects I start this shit over
I bring all this heat and I scrap it all over again
I start it all over again
Hate on myself all again
I hope that yall happy you got that submission you need
I'm not an artist, but I got some talent
I play on the keyboard, and bring on some magic
Anxiety killing now that shit is tragic
I roll up a fattie and write up on Tully my nigga (Yeah)
I'm not an artist, but I got some talent
I play on the keyboard, and bring on some magic
Anxiety killing now that shit is tragic
I roll up a fattie and write up on Tully my nigga (Yeah)
Y'all want piece of the heat (Yeah)
But I'm done serving the streets (Yeah)
No Need for credit on this (Yeah)
I got the gang on this shit (Yeah)
I'm not an artist but I got some records
So check all my features and tell me you hating
Sneak disses aren't my thing
I'll serve it to you to your face
I ain't afraid your ass, yeah
You know I'm Loco so why hate on Ahli
You bitches are local, your niggas are local
Got niggas all over these bitches are crazy
I'm straight from the north but i'm going abroad my nigga
I am not a gangster but the niggas that I roll with will never let it slide
If you touch this
Pull up to your city with this talent on me
Imma make your niggas wish they ain't never spit shit against me
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
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English
(Smok3y hit it yeah)
I'm not an artist, but I got some talent
I play on the keyboard, and bring on some magic
Anxiety killing now that shit is tragic
I roll up a fattie and write up on Tully my nigga (Yeah)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
I'm not an artist, but I got some talent
I play on the keyboard, and bring on some magic
Anxiety killing now that shit is tragic
I roll up a fattie and write up on Tully my nigga (Yeah)
Y'all want piece of the heat (Yeah)
But I'm done serving the streets (Yeah)
No Need for credit on this (Yeah)
I got the gang on this shit (Yeah)
Smokey, hit it yeah
I got some verses for you
Drop by surprise I aint give out no clues
Toxic got art now that's talent for you yeah
My niggas are rapping this shii
I got this talent on me
More like they under my wing
Managing niggas my age so put some respect on my name
Put some respect on my name
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Talent's when a nigga hit an instrumental
Hoping for the best with the shii that he writing down
Putting himself out there for the judgments
Coming from yall f*cking clowns (Ya)
Just when I'm ready for all of your judging
Anxiety got me just all out here doubting
I scrap all my projects I start this shit over
I bring all this heat and I scrap it all over again
I start it all over again
Hate on myself all again
I hope that yall happy you got that submission you need
I'm not an artist, but I got some talent
I play on the keyboard, and bring on some magic
Anxiety killing now that shit is tragic
I roll up a fattie and write up on Tully my nigga (Yeah)
I'm not an artist, but I got some talent
I play on the keyboard, and bring on some magic
Anxiety killing now that shit is tragic
I roll up a fattie and write up on Tully my nigga (Yeah)
Y'all want piece of the heat (Yeah)
But I'm done serving the streets (Yeah)
No Need for credit on this (Yeah)
I got the gang on this shit (Yeah)
I'm not an artist but I got some records
So check all my features and tell me you hating
Sneak disses aren't my thing
I'll serve it to you to your face
I ain't afraid your ass, yeah
You know I'm Loco so why hate on Ahli
You bitches are local, your niggas are local
Got niggas all over these bitches are crazy
I'm straight from the north but i'm going abroad my nigga
I am not a gangster but the niggas that I roll with will never let it slide
If you touch this
Pull up to your city with this talent on me
Imma make your niggas wish they ain't never spit shit against me
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
I'm not an artist, but I got some talent
I play on the keyboard, and bring on some magic
Anxiety killing now that shit is tragic
I roll up a fattie and write up on Tully my nigga (Yeah)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
I'm not an artist, but I got some talent
I play on the keyboard, and bring on some magic
Anxiety killing now that shit is tragic
I roll up a fattie and write up on Tully my nigga (Yeah)
Y'all want piece of the heat (Yeah)
But I'm done serving the streets (Yeah)
No Need for credit on this (Yeah)
I got the gang on this shit (Yeah)
Smokey, hit it yeah
I got some verses for you
Drop by surprise I aint give out no clues
Toxic got art now that's talent for you yeah
My niggas are rapping this shii
I got this talent on me
More like they under my wing
Managing niggas my age so put some respect on my name
Put some respect on my name
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Talent's when a nigga hit an instrumental
Hoping for the best with the shii that he writing down
Putting himself out there for the judgments
Coming from yall f*cking clowns (Ya)
Just when I'm ready for all of your judging
Anxiety got me just all out here doubting
I scrap all my projects I start this shit over
I bring all this heat and I scrap it all over again
I start it all over again
Hate on myself all again
I hope that yall happy you got that submission you need
I'm not an artist, but I got some talent
I play on the keyboard, and bring on some magic
Anxiety killing now that shit is tragic
I roll up a fattie and write up on Tully my nigga (Yeah)
I'm not an artist, but I got some talent
I play on the keyboard, and bring on some magic
Anxiety killing now that shit is tragic
I roll up a fattie and write up on Tully my nigga (Yeah)
Y'all want piece of the heat (Yeah)
But I'm done serving the streets (Yeah)
No Need for credit on this (Yeah)
I got the gang on this shit (Yeah)
I'm not an artist but I got some records
So check all my features and tell me you hating
Sneak disses aren't my thing
I'll serve it to you to your face
I ain't afraid your ass, yeah
You know I'm Loco so why hate on Ahli
You bitches are local, your niggas are local
Got niggas all over these bitches are crazy
I'm straight from the north but i'm going abroad my nigga
I am not a gangster but the niggas that I roll with will never let it slide
If you touch this
Pull up to your city with this talent on me
Imma make your niggas wish they ain't never spit shit against me
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Writer: Theophilus Chinomona
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid