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Banks Benjamin - Lemme Talk My Shit lyrics

Artist: Banks Benjamin

album: Blame My Thoughts


I'm the type of nigga rubberband the racks and put it up
Same routine everyday still feel like that shit ain't good enough
Megan said this shit a 9 she usually lyin so I'm happy
Greg can try it just in case if it ain't fire then he can slap me
Niggas hatin me and coon jus smoked yo profit in a backy
I can't be honest wit 12 I ain't do it if they ain't catch me
I'm in traffic smokin fingers cupholder filled up wit rackys
3AM answerin calls I'm feelin like Jake with the Khakis
Ain't no pan safe
If you see powder inna kitchen don't add water boy this shit won't make no pancakes
Got it out the mud feel like I landscape
Be careful who you hang around you can get shot off what yo mans say
You betta play it safe
Sandbox to sand snakes
Nowadays the nigga killed you just gave you a handshake
30 60 Day run however long the plan take
Inna spot tryna get rid of pounds like I can't stay in shape
I heard they be shootin over there
Go where they say it's safe
Glizzy get to kickin use 2 hands to make it stay in place
Told mooskie im good without my gun but he might stay in case
Before the M lil bro come right behind me jus like J & K
When I was poppin percs I was so high I used to stay in space
Free my nigga Junga I was wishin they delay his case
Still can call up Davee and have him come and see you face to face
And he gon pull up fldddd
Then board a flight and ima pay his way
Don't act hard my young niggas get paid to chop cars
A band a make him show out with that drum like he a rockstar
They movin funny who homies is dem
Cuz they is not ours
No cop shit on my name I never gave a nigga my charge
Coupe fish bowl tell em tint me please
Servin early mornin like it's breakfast this ain't Jimmy Deans
Summer 2019 pull down the hut it's plenty feins
Task everywhere we still gon serve em all by any means
Damn near gettin tired of dirty money
I want my pennies clean
I ain't wit allat rappin shit you play wit me that semi sing
Tryna rob me jus to go get fly
You gon get fendi wings
I was inna Chi with 20,000 in some skinny jeans
Aye lemme talk my shit
5 Months switchin rentals
That's how I caught my licks
If I grabbed it's fa the work
If bro get grabbed he caught a opp
Yo homie get locked up his reason like
I fought my bitch
First couple grams got me a phone
Then after that this shit was on
I served a couple quarter O's and then I bought my blick
In 2017 I tried to do that shit they threw the spikes and boxed me in
They got me but I got to toss my stick
I bonded out and Dame was waitin
Then they put me on probation
I got out ain't have a dollar even lost my whip
3 Years later I'm off papers they can catch me inna hood
I ain't do shit tell Gang Unit to get off my rick

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