Pillow Talk & Slander Lyrics
We, we don’t want much
We just want what belong to us
Man, we ain’t greedy, we hustlers, n**
Butch
If I could talk to the old me, I tell him watch these hoes
And them n*** gon’ rat, delete them numbers out your phone
I left Ashland at FCI, met a plug and then got on
I could have made my brother rich, that n** died ‘fore I got home
I got the aura of a boss, ask n***, they know my body
I’m on MSNBC talking politics with Ari
Ate sardines out the can, my birthdays ain’t have a party
So apologize for what? I’m too rich to say sorry
Wrote a letter to the streets, addressed it whom it may concern
Everybody can’t go, and that’s shit I had to learn
I’ll be back on my bullshit when the beef get confirmed
I lay on a n** like Katt Williams perm
Walked the path of a king, first I saw it in my dreams
Now it’s happening, ayo, Hit, we got these n***
‘Cause everytime I drop, the hood telling me the streets is back again
One, two, three
If I could talk to the old me, I tell him watch these hoes
And them n*** gon’ rat, delete them numbers out your phone
I left Ashland at FCI, met a plug and then got on
I could have made my brother rich, that n** died ‘fore I got home
Yeah, the streets dead, can’t a soul save them
Yeah, you just a rapper, that’s a bold statement
I watched a kingpin lose and that shit fucked with my mind
I was looking up to ’em before my faith was in God
Yeah, take you around a small town, you get much more
First, you cut class, jump off the porch, now you cut dope
Identity sealed behind that mask ’cause he’s cutthroat
She put some in a baggie, some in her purse, I don’t trust hoes
I usually judge these n*** by the taste of they watch
And then the pandemic hit, they started faking me out, yeah
I said fuck college, went straight to the block, no witnesses
Better chances, guess it’s safe at the top because it’s lonely, n**
If I could talk to the old me, I tell him watch these hoes
And them n*** gon’ rat, delete them numbers out your phone
I left Ashland at FCI, met a plug and then got on
I could have made my brother rich, that n** died ‘fore I got home
N*** from the sandbox turn into your rival
They watch you put the work in, then they feel entitled
Pillow talk and slander, but they don’t wanna try you
It’s about what I can teach you, not what I can buy you
What I’m capable of doing is the only thing that scares me
I’d have told the old me, “Don’t even let them near me”
Somethin’ ’bout the rush, you just can’t get enough of it
Name on indictments with n*** you don’t hustle with
They just love to tell it, I just love to sell it
Shit so strong, it’s still wrapped and you could smell it
Sittin’ in the spot with the work and the gun out
At the end, true colors always gon’ come out, real shit
If I could talk to the old me, I tell him watch these hoes
And them n*** gon’ rat, delete them numbers out your phone
I left Ashland at FCI, met a plug and then got on
I could have made my brother rich, that n** died ‘fore I got home