Lyrics to Talented
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[Intro]
(His name is Jabari)
Hmmm
Straight up outta' the alley
Hmmmmm
Hmm, Hmm
Uh
[Chorus]
Straight up outta' the alley
Working for paper cuts, Monday through Sunday we at it
The money be giving me callous
High fashionist, top ten I'm talented
Up in the sky I'm fly God damn it, even my nice shit mannish
[Verse 1]
Hot nigga when I'm cold, so when it's freezing I can manage
When the heat on I don't panic nigga
Got them bitches in they panties
I like lightskin baddies, they can't stand me I ain't average
Can't compare me to nobody
I really never really had it
This money got me up and at it
Long way from making pallets
On the floor, I'm on the floor
I'm tired of hoping not having
A couple characters gon' fold on this yellow brick road
Just keep your soul, dog
Don't lose total control
Just do your thang, don't let no one know
Nobody knows, I counted some shit last night with blow
I don't think nobody close, keep that on the low
Just keep it one double o, I don't think nobody slow
But we got dough, but I don't think nobody know
It took me a while to glow
Designer my shit to the flow, kicking the most
They know I'm dripping, of course
They know I'm crippin' in court
Forgiato bitch got bad body, wrapped the maserati
Look like I'm dipped in the fork
I put yo bitch in Dior
[Chorus]
Straight up outta' the alley
Working for paper cuts, Monday through Sunday we at it
The money be giving me callous
High fashionist, top ten I'm talented
Up in the sky I'm fly God damn it, even my nice shit mannish
[Verse 2]
Fly nigga heart cold
They gon' know it when I meet em
Never did what I was told
They gon' know that I don't need em
I'm designin in my sneakers, iced out my features
I spoil my mama, if I got it she need it
My sister, her daughter, lifestyle my people
Imma go get a M, Imma show em how it feels
Imma show em what it is, Imma show you how to give
MC hammer dawg, you can't touch this shit
[Chorus]
Straight up outta' the alley
Working for paper cuts, Monday through Sunday we at it
The money be giving me callous
High fashionist, top ten I'm talented
Up in the sky I'm fly God damn it, even my nice shit mannish
(His name is Jabari)
Hmmm
Straight up outta' the alley
Hmmmmm
Hmm, Hmm
Uh
[Chorus]
Straight up outta' the alley
Working for paper cuts, Monday through Sunday we at it
The money be giving me callous
High fashionist, top ten I'm talented
Up in the sky I'm fly God damn it, even my nice shit mannish
[Verse 1]
Hot nigga when I'm cold, so when it's freezing I can manage
When the heat on I don't panic nigga
Got them bitches in they panties
I like lightskin baddies, they can't stand me I ain't average
Can't compare me to nobody
I really never really had it
This money got me up and at it
Long way from making pallets
On the floor, I'm on the floor
I'm tired of hoping not having
A couple characters gon' fold on this yellow brick road
Just keep your soul, dog
Don't lose total control
Just do your thang, don't let no one know
Nobody knows, I counted some shit last night with blow
I don't think nobody close, keep that on the low
Just keep it one double o, I don't think nobody slow
But we got dough, but I don't think nobody know
It took me a while to glow
Designer my shit to the flow, kicking the most
They know I'm dripping, of course
They know I'm crippin' in court
Forgiato bitch got bad body, wrapped the maserati
Look like I'm dipped in the fork
I put yo bitch in Dior
[Chorus]
Straight up outta' the alley
Working for paper cuts, Monday through Sunday we at it
The money be giving me callous
High fashionist, top ten I'm talented
Up in the sky I'm fly God damn it, even my nice shit mannish
[Verse 2]
Fly nigga heart cold
They gon' know it when I meet em
Never did what I was told
They gon' know that I don't need em
I'm designin in my sneakers, iced out my features
I spoil my mama, if I got it she need it
My sister, her daughter, lifestyle my people
Imma go get a M, Imma show em how it feels
Imma show em what it is, Imma show you how to give
MC hammer dawg, you can't touch this shit
[Chorus]
Straight up outta' the alley
Working for paper cuts, Monday through Sunday we at it
The money be giving me callous
High fashionist, top ten I'm talented
Up in the sky I'm fly God damn it, even my nice shit mannish