"Talk My Shit" lyrics

I ain't even lie about
I ain't even lie about
Ay, yeah baby (Frank got the pack)

Ay, I ain't even playin' games
On god, you gon' feel it
How dare you talk down like I'm not one of the realest
You hope a nigga beg
Now I see you in your feelings
Paid all that shit back
Gave you the first million
Even before my kids, even before my mother
Ready to die for you, nigga
You gon turn me on my brother
On god, that shit hurt
Somehow I still love you, nigga
Yeah, ha
You was something like a father figure
I ain't even sign with niggas
Lost on the island now
They can't even find me, nigga
I can't even lie, it ain't about money at all
'Cause followin' your ways got me stackin' it tall
You ain't know the business
I was way too big of a star
It's like having a Bugatti but can't pay for the cars
Like chasing a lil' bag when we should've been up
I made way over ten, but it wasn't enough
It shoulda came on a truck
Go 'head, tell 'em I'm lyin'
Must got wings on me, tell em I'm flyin'
I was loyal for real
They all told me jump ship and bail
Stay down, I was walkin' on nails, nigga

You can ask my shooter, they'll tell you I'm a soldier
Gotta watch your friends, keep your enemies close
Niggas always hate, gotta ride with the toast
Always know I be good, you ain't know how to show it
You can ask my soul they gon tell you I'm a soldier
Gotta watch your friends, keep your enemies close
Niggas always hate, gotta ride with the toast
Always know I be good, I ain't know how to show it (Ay, yeah)

Niggas always ask me "Why you back in the field?
I'm like, I just went back, it was real
Still got family here
Most these niggas turned out snakes, but a few
Still in the burbs, penthouse with a view in it
Soon as I leave the hood, get home and I view different
Lot a niggas heard I was down but a few witness it
Nigga, I be stickin' to money, this glue different
Sneaker boxes full of fifty, the dresser got blues in 'em
Talkin' to the money, roll up and I cruise with it
Whenever I get more I'm lettin' the crew get it
Thinkin' 'bout these years, I don't regret it at all
'Cause nigga, I was happy to ball
I was throwin' it all
I brought it all, I don't be shoppin' at all
So much tags I could open a store, nigga
Yeah
I did it right but couldn't save all my dawgs
My hood angels got called by the lord

You can ask my shooter, they'll tell you I'm a soldier
Gotta watch your friends, keep your enemies close
Niggas always hate, gotta ride with the toast
Always know I be good, you ain't know how to show it
You can ask my soul they gon tell you I'm a soldier
Gotta watch your friends, keep your enemies close
Niggas always hate, gotta ride with the toast
Always know I be good, I ain't know how to show it
Yeah, yeah baby