Talk

[Verse]
I’m Nicky with the Shala
Call me what you want but I’ll be at coachella
I told Rihanna just to hold to my umbrella
Baby I’m not Your property im not your fella
She call me Papi but I’m not Spanish
Nigga Wildin out but he know what talent is
All these fake people trying take the piss
Saying words to manipulate is ultra risk bitch
So Are we talking it out?
Or you walk it out
Nigga ain't even dripped out
Your bitch is a hoe Yeah she likes to go down
Small problems big moves
I see you been talking behind my back real smooth
Your not my friend so that's a fact
I just make money I just make big racks
I'm messaging your bitch she just messaged me back
JD coming with the 40 Pack
Everybody was ducking down
Issa shoot out right now
Gucci bling blow
Yeah I'm bringing the old old drake flow
The OGs would know
I was So far Gone that I was take caring on my own
Nothing was the same after I looked at my views
Blue face likes his bitches in twos
Romance is dead i rather make money and make tunes
Smoke a joint fill the whole room
I'm not in marvins room
Don't assume all my songs are like the blues
With the auto tune
My sister told me the raps good but the singing needs to improve
She was right I had to pause that shit
Minute over I looked back at it
Realising not everything is magic
Tragic
I should write a book about my life
The experiences of Music,Drugs,Homeless and things that were on my mind
I wish I could go back in time
To rewrite the mistakes I made to everyone
Some people are gone or moved on
About 70% is my fault all along
But Fuck the past now I'm in the present
I need to take responsibility and represent
I can't keep talking about people anymore
There's nothing I can do neither a phone call
Broad Day,I still hear sirens going off
This City is getting worse as time goes on
But life goes on