Текст песни Talking The Hardest

If your talking the hardest

Gigs better fuck up with ya thoughts of an artist

Jheeze

Talking the market everybody wants to know where walking the park is

Walking in the party sporting armani

Half of the crouds all snorting my charley

Taughting armani up to saughtin armani

Chicks looking at me like talk to me darling

Jheeze

Hollow in that man winking smiling

They wanna attack man

I think these lighties loving my black gang

Everyone suits saying colour is badman

OOOOOOOOOOO

Living like a quarter a ting

Bout 28 with a thought of a gish

Anybody thinks they can talk to my ting

But then I cover them red like a portian of chips

MMMMMMMMMM

Pour me a drink

Big fur jacket that's the thoughts of a pimp

I used to be quiet and I saught anything

But I had to run right when I baught me a ting

Walk with my ting pedda dem more free

Them times then I was liking out more green

Skip couple years 07 the story

Now I'm hollow man it's some heavy dior jeans

MMMMMMMMMMM

Bitch niggers looking for glory

Wanna be me so they can tell you a story

It will get bloody and it will get maury

Clapped in the neck like a manner in saw 3

Yeah I got my son dem pon me

So much just a rapper we or g

OOOOOOOOOOO

Bitch try nick me for a murder

But it put up in the manner that I had a weapon before me
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PY green

I will be peddling all 3

Drop me a box just under 4 g

Jheeze

I told em only 10s out 2 grands

Mmmmmmmmmm

But it aint bout 4 g

Badmans on the block

Spender young gigs manchester rocks

Tv tiny carter and jim jones holding it down while they handle the lot

Niggers pussyos got my mandem on lock

Straps we handle the lot

Clatch your mandem are what

Me and you are caught but you can stand there and watch

My PYG will put their hands on your watch

Yeah

Be easy I put your mans in a box

Young like tv jj shots

I treat my lil niggers like fam not a boss

MMMMMMMM

All my mandem are hot

Yeaah

All your mandem are wash

Be couple shots and you'll run to the cops

Big 4 blud they couldnt handle the shot

I talk about the hand gun the lot

But that 1 hollow man handles the lot

Jheeze

All the black gang fam I handle the lot

Me 4's bagging up grams on the spot

Shots on my grinds kay jumped in my veihcale

All gangster nar ima slang me a rock

MMMMMM

Hollow man handles his job

Feds on the grime hello copters on top

Big a fool wanna dot to my cot

And big a fool wouldn't stop getting carr shitt