[feat. Roscoe Dash] Talk 2 me Wale You know we had to do it again bruh bruh Talk 2 me Talk 2 me Talk 2 me Talk 2 me Talk 2 me Talk 2 me [Wale:] What
up my phone Kicks Hong Kong Bape in a garment The face of hip-hop My DC audience And you niggas will acknowledge this Born again social life thanks climate My climate is way higher
fire for the scroll that I deliver coming immaculate from the sand the the sky. and devils taking pleasure want to measure how high. Your body reveals
wanna do you like that baby but your homegirl givin' me a call again Whenever she spend the night you let her walk around the house in her panties & bra again
high Down with eachother, long as we was barely getting by We grown men, and all living in sin Shooting a kite to my people, cause he in prison again
solo on my creep, no one in the passenger seat [Den Den] First he's riding high, now he busting Mack 10's Watch you go from homie to foe, then try to come back again
bottle splashin through your ride homie you just got glued [Tajai] I could care less what you believe what you percieve what you hold in high esteem
i'm toppin' Get high when i drive a car And try to drink and drive When i'm private parking In the Beamer or a fly Mercedes Gettin' lit up, high on
's still alive She's still alive Don't forget Don't regret Don't see me now Don't see me then See me now Come see again Don't see me now Don't see me
to be no public enemy Outlaw like my nigga Red Dog Step up, bitch and get rough Nigga with .44's won't lie A .45 or higher sport nice Cruise to try to
face Reminding me of a higher place Every time you smile, Angels cry Every time you walk on by I'm not the only Feeling' lonely Every time you walk on by I try
[Intro:] [Excerpt from a porno movie of a woman being fucked] [Mr.Mixx] Yeah, bitch. I know you used to clown and talk shit in high school when we was
the world stopped caring last night Two kids shot while the whole block staring I will never understand this society, first they try to murder me, then
got shot I was more like "again". You know what I'm sayin?... He always gettin shot or shot at... He gon' pull threw this one again, make a few of records
But you will never know With a price on your mug And fight strips snug right around your hands Niggas sure you can never grab the mic again Dog you