Geri D' Fyniz

Geri D' Fyniz - Talk Black To Me lyrics

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Tell me who gettin it

Tell me who ain't

I can read between the lines most can't

Perception is a motherf**ker

Wearing a busted rubber

Giving birth to all y'all fakes



Tell me who gangsta

Tell me who not

Tell me who lyin bout work that they got

Tell me who screaming this they block

And ain't did shit about these

Race soldier problems



Tell me who conscious

Tell me who sleep

I'm sicka fake activists

Just postin memes

All dey doin is masturbating

About what they name is

And all victims of the same enemy



Tell me what's the plan

Cause y'all wasting hella time

All that back & forth ya doing

Ain't making you a dime



Tell me what's the truth

It's too many Alt- Facts

Tell me if you really wanna buy the hood back



Tell me when you're starting

Matter fact let me see it

I ain't got time for goofies

Just playing make believe



We in a war zone

I don't know what y'all thinking

If u get caught slipping

Might end up leaking



I'm Jus talkin real shit

Nigga I ain't preaching

Most of y'all dim wits

Won't believe till you see it

All this cooning

Gone catch You a beatin

Sabotaging black lives

We gone stop you from breathing



That was a promise not a threat



Them hittas are ready

When shit hits the fan

Dey keep eyes on front sights

While we aiming (POW)



Won't be no more talking

Or asking for justice

If you opposition

You faded (Adios)



Ya revolution ain't winning

If you waitin and begging for some permission

From the same assholes

With a system in place

Giving crumbs

While they steady making billions



On my life

I say f**k that

I'm not clueless



What You thinking I'mma Buck dance Like Ray Lewis



I switched up the flow

But my bars are not typical



I know I got you thinking

While you listen to this beat that

How the f**k he spitting knowledge

And I'm feeling hella litty

Guess this what the game is missing

Turn up music with a meaning (For Real)



I waited my time (Time)

Now I'm here to get it (get it)

Mutha f**k a cosign (f**k it)

Or artificial gimmicks (Facts)

Don't need no handouts (nope)

Cause my grind is so authentic (yep)

So I ain't signing shit (f**k a deal)

I'm Mr. independent



Put myself on

Without begging or luck

I don't need no one's help

I can hold my own nuts

Write my own f**kin songs

Built my own studio

Putting up my own dough

I can say what I want



Time to put the bullshit to a cease

While I'm making real shit

For the streets

It's long overdue

But I'm pushing through

Take all the chips

Just bet em on me



Tell me who the hottest

Tell me who wack

Yall keep Giving weak Muh f**kas passes

Then complaining

Mumble Niggas

Is Killing rap

But ain't spending a dime

To bring that real shit back

No shade



I spit fuggin facts

If you get offended

Blow it out your ass

I'm gone talk my shit

And keep it real brash

Ain't looking for friends

Just give me cash

(In Bitcoins)



I ain't much for the braggin (nah)

But I'm the dopest up in my lane

Treat da rap game like a toilet

Just came through defecating

Got hella love for my city (Chi-Town)

But I ain't beggin them to paid

I ain't beggin them to give plays

I ain't payin to perform on stage



I'mma keep it a buck fifty

Like a bezzle in a fitted

Fly high above the f**k shit

Without plans of a descension



Not to mention

I'm in charge of all of this

I'mma say that shit again

I'm the boss give me my ends
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