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Talented

 

Talented

(album: Nobody Likes Me - 2020)


His name is Jabari
Straight up outta the alley

Straight up outta the alley
Working for paper cuts
Money through Sunday, we at it
The money be giving me callus
High fashionist
Top ten, I'm talented
Up in the sky, I'm fly, goddamn it
Even my nice shit mannish

Hot nigga when I'm cold
So when it's freezing, I can manage
When the heat on I don't panic, nigga
Got them bitches in they panties
I like light skin baddies
They can't stand me, I ain't average
Can't compare me to nobody
I really never really had it
This money got me up and at it
Long way from making pallets
On the floor, I'm from the floor
I'm tired of hoping, not having
A couple characters gon' fold on this
Yellow brick road
Just keep your soul, dog
Don't lose total control
Just do you thing
Don't let no one know
Nobody knows I counted some shit
Last night with blow
I don't think nobody close
Keep that on the low
Just keep it 1-double-0
I don't think nobody slow
But we got dough
But I don't think nobody know
It took me a while to glow
Designer my shit to the floor
Kicking the most
They know I'm dripping, of course
They know I'm cripping in court
Forgiato, bitch got bad body
Wrapped the Maserati
Look like I dipped in the fork
I put your bitch in Dior

Straight up outta the alley
Working for paper cuts
Money through Sunday, we at it
The money be giving me callus
High fashionist
Top ten, I'm talented
Up in the sky, I'm fly, goddamn it
Even my nice shit mannish

Fly nigga, heart cold
They gon' know it when I meet 'em
Never did what I was told
They gon' know that I don't need 'em
I'm designing my sneakers
Iced out my features
I spoil my mama
If I got it, she need it
My sister, her daughter
Lifestyle my people
I'ma got get a M
I'ma show 'em how it feels
I'ma show 'em what it is
I'ma show you how to give
MC Hammer, dog
You can't touch this shit

Straight up outta the alley
Working for paper cuts
Money through Sunday, we at it
The money be giving me callus
High fashionist
Top ten, I'm talented
Up in the sky, I'm fly, goddamn it
Even my nice shit mannish

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