What We Talkin' Bout? ft. Kay Keyzie Lyrics

I done seen it all off the books

And I done done it all just to make a way

But ain't no fair gaming with crooks

They want me out of bounds I'm trying to make a play

I know you hate cause when I'm around

You always got that Conway face

But I be on some Kanye grace

Building my Wakanda space

We don't want no guns to sing

Cause when they do

They Wanya sang

Street lights turn Boys to Men

Jalapeños flaming out the window

Words make corpse of men

Lot of soldiers pushin lines

That's waiting to spin the block an kill

More steppers than the Divine Nine

So know the blocks you strolling pimp

I pray peace like angels

And some folks think I'm ludicrous

And weird as fuck

No truce or love

That's truth to trust

On my time I over grind

Rap until I'm wheezing

Skurt on duce duces

Over Shine

Wealthy mining on my mind

Processing my holy gems

Repenting all my acts of sin

Cause I fall short like most of men

But I'ont look like none of them

I'm fly as fuck and fine as fuck

Them haters is not him

See me swanging yelling out the window

Bitch we running shit

Fresco on my line saying them numbers up

From the way the process been it's safe to say them numbers stuck

Commas for the whole crew

Different color stones in the Ds like crayola who

Who the fuck y'all talkin to

Can't be Mister S Dot

Etcetera ahead of ya

By way more than a green mile so what we really talking about?

No for real man what is we talking about

This Wealthy Mind Dead Fresh Crew lifestyle is cemented, world wide

All Winnings!

From the bottom up, go from broke so now it's All Winnings

Ain't no time for no chillin

Ain't no time for broke bitches

Take care of this business

Or we taking care of children and the women

All my niggas on the struggle kept it solid

Now we gettin it

Stayed down then we flipped it

Now we bussin down the middle

Stayed down then we flipped it

Now we buzzing

From the plane to the studio

Just need some food and weed

Ain't not time to think to deep

I just hit the mic and breathe.

Standing on ten

LA to New Orleans

Houston out to Vegas

Now they

Really see me ballin

Pea coats in the winter time

Big Steak when it's dinner time

Between love and hate

Really that's a thin line

Keep my brain focus

Then I keep my plays in motion

Keep the heater closely

Cause I know they hating on me

Had to run me up some racks

Now I'm just fine

Yeah I told'em back then

In all due time

Yeah I told them niggas

Told them niggas it was Swinnanagg Music

We showed them niggas we had Wealthy Minds

Now them niggas see it's All Winnings

You know what the fuck it is!