"Ski Talk" lyrics
(performed by Young Adz)
Yeah, my first drive in a Lambo', I hit the ends
I ain't no gang leader or member, shout out my friends
I'm really from my hood, I re'd up off a skeng
Prayed the Janazah and told Vis, "In Jannah, we will meet again"
It's the same me, same me with the same team
Half a million 'round my neck, it gave me brain freeze
Hard-headed nigga, I can't take heed
Bro told me, "Take one," but I'ma take three (Take three)
Bro, you know we made it out the mud, darg (Mud, darg)
Prayed salah with Peewee, that's my mud darg (Mud darg)
I fell for her again, she had me stuck, darg (Stuck)
You're talking way too fast, I'm on some drugs, love
Awkward conversations with Goddy, he on the run
You came out to the Charts, then OTR, it's been two months (Mm)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, it's dumb (Dumb)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, it's done (Done)
Freestyling on a PJ, it's so weird (Mm)
Look outside the window, see my future, so clear (Clear)
Twenty-nine, my chain be whiter than some new veneers
I'ma give another bag to Palestine soon as this milli' clears
It's the way you mix the Lulu and the Louis, and your hair drop to your arse
You don't reply because you're bougie
I know you hate me, but the truth is, I didn't manipulate or use you (Mm-mm)
I just clocked that the love weren't there and it weren't mutual (Yeah)
And it's funny how the things they hate about, you makes them lose you (Huh)
But it's the things they'll miss the most about you when it is your funeral (Huh)
I'm in Chanel, in the backroom, that's my usual (Hmm)
Different sort of flex, I'm playing DBE in the shop, I'm on the Bluetooth, ah
Six-hundred thousand spent just in Jan' (Just in Jan')
This my letter to the streets, with killers and they from ****
Barrel wipe you off your feet
I'm the goat around the sheep, they tryna put me on a tee
Praying Fajr early morning, tears rolling down my cheeks (Cheeks)
Gotta make it to Jannah, Allah knows it's so peak (Peak)
Never been dishonourable, nigga, that ain't me (Me)
Never fucked my niggas ladies, brodie, that ain't P (P)
Never forget who put the burners in the team
Oneʿādah, one ummah, that's what it's supposed to be
Working on myself, this codeine boost my self-esteem
Coco Chanel, I don't pay to fuck, they fuck for free
I took my chains off, now I'm playing in my league
Big whips I be in, darling, I don't ever need to lease
Push-to-start, skrrt, skrrt, got the speed
Push-to-start, skrrt, skrrt, now I'm sleazin'
I was sober, now I'm back for another feelin'
But I'm feeling like I'm good and there's a reason
Feeling like I'm good and there's a reason
I ain't no gang leader or member, shout out my friends
I'm really from my hood, I re'd up off a skeng
Prayed the Janazah and told Vis, "In Jannah, we will meet again"
It's the same me, same me with the same team
Half a million 'round my neck, it gave me brain freeze
Hard-headed nigga, I can't take heed
Bro told me, "Take one," but I'ma take three (Take three)
Bro, you know we made it out the mud, darg (Mud, darg)
Prayed salah with Peewee, that's my mud darg (Mud darg)
I fell for her again, she had me stuck, darg (Stuck)
You're talking way too fast, I'm on some drugs, love
Awkward conversations with Goddy, he on the run
You came out to the Charts, then OTR, it's been two months (Mm)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, it's dumb (Dumb)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, it's done (Done)
Freestyling on a PJ, it's so weird (Mm)
Look outside the window, see my future, so clear (Clear)
Twenty-nine, my chain be whiter than some new veneers
I'ma give another bag to Palestine soon as this milli' clears
It's the way you mix the Lulu and the Louis, and your hair drop to your arse
You don't reply because you're bougie
I know you hate me, but the truth is, I didn't manipulate or use you (Mm-mm)
I just clocked that the love weren't there and it weren't mutual (Yeah)
And it's funny how the things they hate about, you makes them lose you (Huh)
But it's the things they'll miss the most about you when it is your funeral (Huh)
I'm in Chanel, in the backroom, that's my usual (Hmm)
Different sort of flex, I'm playing DBE in the shop, I'm on the Bluetooth, ah
Six-hundred thousand spent just in Jan' (Just in Jan')
This my letter to the streets, with killers and they from ****
Barrel wipe you off your feet
I'm the goat around the sheep, they tryna put me on a tee
Praying Fajr early morning, tears rolling down my cheeks (Cheeks)
Gotta make it to Jannah, Allah knows it's so peak (Peak)
Never been dishonourable, nigga, that ain't me (Me)
Never fucked my niggas ladies, brodie, that ain't P (P)
Never forget who put the burners in the team
Oneʿādah, one ummah, that's what it's supposed to be
Working on myself, this codeine boost my self-esteem
Coco Chanel, I don't pay to fuck, they fuck for free
I took my chains off, now I'm playing in my league
Big whips I be in, darling, I don't ever need to lease
Push-to-start, skrrt, skrrt, got the speed
Push-to-start, skrrt, skrrt, now I'm sleazin'
I was sober, now I'm back for another feelin'
But I'm feeling like I'm good and there's a reason
Feeling like I'm good and there's a reason
Writer(s): Young Adz
