J.I.D - Slick Talk lyrics

[Intro] Activate, activate, activate, activate Activate, activate, you know I'm about to activate Activate, activate, activate, activate Activate, activate (whoa Kenny!) [Verse 1] Activation, activation Maturation, process, rap game too saturated Grab your lady, masturbation on her face A acne patient acting patient, so complacent Comfortable, a basic bowl of sh** Hold my own, I own my dick Go shaloma unpredictable And roll with the clique and fold with big clips Ya’ll know I feel activated when I came in this b**h Claiming the 6, I don't care about being famous and sh** I was a bad little never had, n***a get the bag Give it back to my fam, boy I am who I am Hope I don't get in a jam in a jam Had a dream of eating lamb in the Lamb’ And the label come off fam with the ram Like Martin, Gina, Cole, Tommy, and Pam Start scheming boy, you die where you stand [Beat Switch] [Interlude: Shabba Ranks] Now hear dis, you likkle [?] soundbwoy You must a think [?] experience You must a think a [?] King Sela**ie I [?] No, no, no, no No, no, no, no [?] [Verse 2] This the type of sh** that have n***as in beef Dat slick talk followed by some stick talk then sleep Pissed off, I done took my fifth loss this week Big dog, I can scratch that sh** off like fleas I got a lotta sh** to say, but I'ma keep my list short I know alotta your favorites not gon' f** with this part When I'm done, please know that I was trying to diss y'all 'Cause if this is a competition, then I'm setting this bar In my city, who's with me? I’m in my own lane, Jack n***a said, "J.I.D. so flame, I propane rap" I’m from East Atlanta like Gucci and Travis Porter But my story is similar to the hare and the tortoise Pen so sharp told stories you thought I forged it Back in the fourth grade, never read Curious Jorge My n***a Corey kept a little 40 inside his North Face Left a n***a with no face and beat the court case Coming home from ball practice, took the street the short way We from the East, but never gave n***as a reason To try it or think it's easy, soft p**y n***as eat the sorbet Or eating your face, squeeze the heat, then leaving your place I’ve been telling you life's a b**h, but it's a beach in your case I've been yelling and throwing fits, I’m tired of screaming all day I've been fighting these f**ing demons all day Man, this sh** ain't never been easy, maybe I just need a breather Hand your boy the blower, let me squeeze it Blow a little steam, ain't hating, I'm just heated n***as know what I mean, but n***as don't know what I been through So if I offend you then, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh [Chorus] I heard n***as looking for a problem But we don't need to move until the rent due My n***as hands itching, finna rob something Better pray to God that he don't get you Better pray to God that he don't get you Better pray to God that he don't get you Better pray to God that he don't get you (Our Father) Better pray to God [Verse 3] Look, okay f** what a n***a say or, look, my mama think I made it Lift my head to skies, I cry and begin prayer Thanks to the maker, got me out of an awful place My n***a gone for 17 years like a cicada More than a motivator for me to get off my an*s And kick a** like I'm Danny Mainus Put the pen pad to the paper, big mad with a painting brush Splish splash, drawing scenes from my dim lit past Dimwit, pimp sh**, syndicate with the pen grip Ripping sh**, intimate, infinite rhyme kicking, l-l-let's begin Who's your list? Your top 10? You can say whoever better than I'm ready now, I was ready then, I was headed down the aisle Rap game in a wedding gown, she gave me the ring I said, "Yes" and vowed for forever now On the honeymoon, getting naked now On a money pile, doing doggystyle I'm a father now, and you are my child Or you aren't my child, I'm on "Maury" now And I'm talking loud, the results are found You are not the - wow, I should k** this b**h like a doggy pound We divorcing now I want the cars, ring, clothes, all the houses You broke my heart, I'm re-organizing Really trying to be mature about it But I got a k**er like a f**ing dealer Dream-villain, spill-villain rhyme to the ceiling Would I should I k** a rapper 'cause I coulda Duh n***a, this a gun and a bullet [Chorus] I heard n***as looking for a problem But we don't even move till' the rent due My n***as hands itching, finna rob something Better pray to God that he don't get you Better pray to God that he don't get you Better pray to God that he don't get you Better pray to God that he don't get you [Outro] Not that I need it This n***a cap as f** man Ain't not cap in my rap [?] Where y'all n***as from for real? [?] Ohhh