Lyrics
I make my presence felt
A OG once told me, "Tie a rope around his neck
'Cause you gotta give people enough room to hang themself"
I had to learn to feed myself
Is it wealth or health?
Cause for wealth, you're gonna lose your house
Smack, I had the .40 on my belt
Blow your brains on your body
(Fuck that mean?)
Maybe you should think for yourself
Let me talk to 'em
I been-
I been talking to 'em kindly (mm)
Walk with it, walk with it, yeah (it's mean)
(Talk to 'em)
Walk with it, walk with it, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Don't let these niggas backpedal)
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
I been, talk to 'em kindly
Walk, walk, w-walking with it prolly (hold on, hold on)
I came in a little too sharp, oh, you ain't like that
You ain't like it when I come in all wile, yeah
Let me, let me tell you somethin'
I been talkin' to 'em kindly
Cause they wanna toot each others' horns
Pat each other's backs for anything that common, even slightly
Oh, you wanna be in the middle? Huh?
You wanna see what we have in common?
Yeah (haha)
Take a seat, sit right across from me
Don't sit behind 'em
So you can just, you can just stalk on him prolly listen
Let's cut all that bullshit
What's the elephant in the room, let's talk to him, c'mon
Let's talk to him, don't hide it, yeah
With all that walkin' in circles
You thought it was gonna be a walk in the park with it prolly
But now you-, you walkin' in bark
But I woulda with all that, shoulda-coulda-woulda
I'm in your neck of the woods with dogs
Ready to bark on 'em prowling
Tryna big-dog me? You can't lil'-bro me?
Like I'm 34 miles from Raleigh
The r-slash got the white boys talking all wildly
It's about to-, get 'em, get to cockin' on 'em
With all that-, all the white noise you talkin'
You off the wall with the cockin'
Macaulay Culkin
You better step a caution around and get out the yellow tape
You get ready to chalk and outline 'em
'Cause their past about to start stalkin' 'em prolly
Tip-toe, tip-toe, 'bout to stalk on 'em proudly
Get to, get to talking to 'em quietly
As we walk
As we walk through this valley of death
Listen, please listen, listen, listen
Y'all wanna have two-way conversations
Y'all wanna have two-way conversations
But let's put everything on the table
Let's put everything
We ain't gonna bounce around it
Nah, we ain't gonna bounce around shit
Got my skeletons, you've got yours
But let's be honest here
This-, this don't end with agree to disagree, it ain't possible
There's just some things-
There's just some things that ain't right
We've gotta be honest with ourselves
Now I know, I-I know, I know you know, I know, I know
And if you don't, then there's something wrong
Up here in your noggin
In your noggin
We cannot end this with an agree to disagree
There is no happy medium
That is nothing, that is nothing
Yeah, yeah
