Lyrics to Talk Is Cheap

[Verse 1: baker]

Smokin blunts in the ville

Coming with that southern feel

I hate a bitch

I hate busta

Raised to win if need I kill

No hiccups in my game

Throwing words with a slang

It's a Tennessee thang

Rep the south we love it mane

Here's the deal comin real

Layin waste to all these fakes

I break a mutha fuckas will

And skin these puny coward snakes

Demonstrating with the assertion

Fighting till my very end

You can not win within this life unless your dominant my friend

So put your foot up in the ass of any soul who try to stop you

If you wanna reach the top

Just fly along and do not drop till

You are spaced from this place

Somewhere else but still I'm faced

With all these cowards that I hate

Just let me live and don't relate

I ain't sparing no bitch feel the wrath within my path

From underground the trinity we rising off the map

So watch your words if we're spoken

Or the fires are awoken

See the devils what your hoping but there's worse that's yet been broken

With the 3 no provoking only worried bout ourselves

Into the future we will grow and make this bump this wicked craft

Feel the heat from the sun beating down upon your back

For the moon will come soon and then we go out on attack

Ain't no need for the money I just do it for the laughs

Feed my ego with these deeds

So terrible is how I act

No emotions when I'm stalking

Hear the terrors in this track

No remorse I'm ever shown

Creeping up so watch your back



[Verse 2: hydra]

I'm gettin tired of these rappers

Spittin' all the same bits

Motherfucker we don't care about them diamonds on your wrists

You still a bitch

We know a nerd when we see one

Runnin' lip over the internet

You'Re claimin' what you'Re worth

But only flinch when consequences come

No need to run from yourself

Cause we gon bring the noise

I bet behind that fake persona

Hides a little boy

Just spend a day off in the ville

I'Ll show you whats important

You sheep ain'T ready to face the devil

Get your things in order

You wont be worried about your necklace

When your leakin from ya head off in the icu

I cannot sympathize fool

I know depression aint a game

But half these pussy ass suckas

Just be cryin for some fame

We need a new direction

Take your sadness and embrace it

Make a change and overcome

Or else you might as well just dig yourself a grave and join the bums

No ones stopping for the weak

You gotta problem

Come and solve it

Show some action talk is cheap

I'm always down to buck

Drugs money pussy power

See that's all you want

Id rather speak about reality

And hold my own

Some people just don't fuckin get it

Do your thang and ramble on

But once you bustas cross the click

There is no way to stop the hunt

I'm out for blood

I am a fiend

I toss and turn at night

I can't escape my inner evil

Satan lives inside

The truth will float onto surface

Open up your eyes

These social media pretenders

Don't control you mane