Runtown - Talk For Me lyrics

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Runtown - Talk For Me lyrics

We return from the depths of the badland With a gun and a knife in our waistband Went to war with the devil and shaytan He wore a bad toupee and a spray tan So high now, hoping that I land On a Thai stick moving through Thailand On the radio heard a plane hijack Government be in debt while they cook crack I move in a world of conspiracies Obey no rules, I’m doing me Smoke kush, transport to the airport Customs found a joint in my pa**port Pull cash and I gave him what he asked for God damnit it’s a motherf**ing miracle Small bribe, made it back into America Hit Uber and maneuvered out the area Rhyme animal, pitbull terrier Rap terrorist, terrorize, tear it up Brought gas and the matches to flare it up Militant Michael might go psycho On any ally or rival Born black, that’s dead on arrival My job is to fight for survival In spite of these all lives matter a** white folk This is spiritual warfare that you have been dealing with. This is not a fight that you have been dealing with flesh and blood but this is a fight against principalities and evil doers and unclean spirits. (RTJ3 motherf**ers) Brave men didn’t die face down in the Vietnam mud so I could not style on you I didn’t walk uphill both ways to the booth and back to not wile on you You think baby Jesus k**ed Hitler just so I’d whisper? When you’re safe and sound and these crooks tap your phone and now have a file on you? What me worry? Nah buddy, I’ve lost before, so what? You don’t get it, I’m dirt, motherf**er, I can’t be crushed f**ers open the books up and stop bullsh**ting the kid My dick got a mission to storm on par with the best ever took the gig I’ma super cat, from don dada to dusk, don’t bother to touch I got firm clutch on the grip and the pumps I might ghost ride a tank, take a ride to the bank Got the son of Rick Rubin rushing full thrust Don’t flash weak sh** to the Shark Tank judge Talk real good cause I’m smart and stuff We a good crew to f** with, better to love I told y’all s**ers, I told y’all s**ers. I told y’all on RTJ1, then I told ya again on RTJ2, and you still ain’t believe me. So here we go, RTJ3