Futuristic - What I'm Talkin' Bout lyrics

[Hook x2: Sam King] It seems that I don't even know what I'm talkin' 'bout You don't even know what I'm talkin' 'bout You don't even know what you're talkin' 'bout I'm 'bout to show you, quote that I told you That I know just what I'm talkin' bout [Verse 1: Sam King] Real G's move in silence, filet mignon 'Bout to show you who your dad is, filet your mom Eight ball in my socket, it's hoppin', but it ain't no problem Big tree in your leaf and you're chiefin', but it ain't no chron' That's stupid, the f** you on? My movement What city you claimin'? Las Vegas I never been asked to prove it Where all they know is "get dollars" "f** them hoes and get faded" You'll never find yourself played out If you got me on your playlist, the f** you talkin'? Born in the city, where my dad was a leader He was the king of the rebels, he was the king of the people The people placin' up on him, the people greasin' up on him You see me eatin' on songs, you see me movin' along And that's progress, put a thousand in her bra strap Now every time she cashin' out She want me to hold onto all that rent Hopin' that I have, matter fact Bring the whole damn thing plus a half Who gon' swing when the king in they path? Ball so hard, beast named Sam Sister named Summer, the Summer of Sam We k**in' our city, my family went L.A.M That's live as a motherf**er, b**h, don't switch Same people in my clique and my clique still clickin', like ugh [Hook x2: Sam King] [Verse 2: Futuristic] I don't even know what I'm gon' say, treat a b**h like I'm O.J One glove, we could role play Choke her out 'til Jerry tell me that I'm in the sin, it's okay Every day's a f**in' show day I'm a baller, so you know I had to come up with the crowd dunk I'm with the Buff Nerds, flexin' on a loud punk If Hip-Hop is dead, they haven't found us We built it from the ground up I ain't playin' no more, don't know what the f** the game is Mike Jack cause I'm dangerous Strangest faces rearrangin' any time they hatin' Verbal exchanges, verse heinous n***as outrageous if they thinkin' they could take us If you really thinkin' that you feelin' that courageous Step into the cages, your species 'bout to be endangered I promise I got it, SK, please don't trip Cause you know that we k**in' these n***as If they want a feature then send us them benjis You know that we billin' these n***as I won't sign no dotted line, no, I ain't got the time I cannot deal with these n***as Every track I make I'm pitchin' that heat b**h, I swear that I always crush ill on these n***as, whoo! [Hook x2: Sam King]