you still talkin

Lyrics

Intro
Yeah
Its my turn
I spit and I clear my throat
You hear me?

Verse 1
shut the fugg up call the corner this bitch scared to death
premeditated it's murder, I been patient with the steps
You a paper-cut threat, I’m a blade in the flesh
You fake tough on the net, in the flesh you don't stretch
I don't flex for the pics, I collect what you owe
You been broke in the mind, I been cold with the code
Talk big, act small, got a small-man disease
Your whole image get peeled like a seal on the keys
I'm the cold-front chin check, you the cough in the room
A fake king with a crown made of plastic and glue
You a joke with a knife, you a mess with a pose
I can read through your bluff like a tag on your clothes
Every line that you drop got a hole in the floor
Every "boss" that you claim got a choke in the tour
I'm the main event, you a matinee weak
You get loud for a second then you back to asleep
You don't want that smoke, you want likes and a name
I want heads on the board, I want cuts in your frame
One phone call and the whole block lean
You can't stand on your feet when the facts talk mean

Pre-Chorus
Say it with your chest
If you really want war
You been duckin' the smoke
While I kick in the door
Hands in your pockets
But your chin still shook
I don't need a whole speech
I just need one look

Chorus
Say my name, then fold
Say my name, then fold
You loud when it's safe
You gone when it's cold
Say my name, then fold
Say my name, then fold
I came for the crown
Now your story get old

Verse 2
You the type to get brave with a screen and a mask
I'm the type to erase your whole scene in a flash
Your whole crew on a leash, I'm the reason they bark
Then they bite in the dark, then they hide in the dark
You got deadbeat bars, no weight, no bite
I'm a steel-toe stomp in a one-bar strike
You be tryna sound grim but you soft on the low
Like a cheap little grin on a busted-up soul
I can smell when you fake, it leak through the tone
All that chest-out talk, but you kneel when alone
I don't aim for a check, I go straight for the soul
Put your pride in a box, let it rot, let it cold
You a backup-plan bro, I'm the reason they panic
I'm the crack in the dam, I'm the end of the traffic
You can talk till you blue, I was born in the red
Where the weak get read and the loud get checked
I don't do all that playin', I don't give second chances
When I step in the lane, I make room with the damages
You a footnote, a rumor, a stain on the page
I'm a riot in boots with a face full of rage

Bridge
Hold up
You still talkin'?
That's cute
Watch this

Verse 3
I'm the one they don't mention till the room get quiet
Then the whole air change when I walk in biased
You been fake from the start, I been real through the bruises
You a one-note act with the same tired movement
I don't bargain with clowns, I don't babysit pride
I just sharpen the line and let truth do the crime
You can puff up your chest, it still won't make you heavy
It's a feather in a fist when the pressure get deadly
I got doubles on doubles, every syllable sticky
Every jab got a hook, every hook got a stick in it
You want beef? Here, take the full plate
I'm a cold-blooded angle with a straight-line aim
Your whole aura say "please," your whole mouth say "nah"
But your knees got the truth when they buck at the thought
I don't need to yell, I just let it land
Then I watch you unravel with a shake in the hands
Say you built for the smoke, say you built for the pain
Then step where I step and get