Exhibit A by Talent Lyrics
VERSE:
Young King contemplating what to do next, six months and I still haven’t moved yet
I play chess everything is much calculated, old skool Tyga flow but he’s a new cat
Eyes turning red and beasting like I flew jets
He kill instrumentals, run circles round your top like a Halo do
Not the same, they just rap for a chain or two
That’s the difference, wouldn’t change for a thing and I got no regrets
Lately I been killing verses for the fuck of it, and they still never notice getting tired of it
Guess they’ll never see reign till the thunder it
Hunger in a driver sit, why you let a sucker hit ?
Hip-Hop my girl but she now on some other shit
I can really just act up, or choose to move on change my style and get clout
Suck a dick or two, sip lean and get plugged - pause
That ain’t my floss, can’t expect the same vision from your balls
From your eyeballs, spit facts man
You relax man, get dough my enemy the taxman what I aim for
To the grind and my passion I’m faithful
Everybody on my team I’m thankful, and they all feel it
While the rest wanna front like I don’t kill it
In the stu' all the time, yo I won’t visit!
That’s a trip though, ain’t nobody do it better and your chicks know
Got my kids, got my wit and my lingo
And she call me fuckin angel like my wings show
(That’s true nigga)
Young King contemplating what to do next, six months and I still haven’t moved yet
I play chess everything is much calculated, old skool Tyga flow but he’s a new cat
Eyes turning red and beasting like I flew jets
He kill instrumentals, run circles round your top like a Halo do
Not the same, they just rap for a chain or two
That’s the difference, wouldn’t change for a thing and I got no regrets
Lately I been killing verses for the fuck of it, and they still never notice getting tired of it
Guess they’ll never see reign till the thunder it
Hunger in a driver sit, why you let a sucker hit ?
Hip-Hop my girl but she now on some other shit
I can really just act up, or choose to move on change my style and get clout
Suck a dick or two, sip lean and get plugged - pause
That ain’t my floss, can’t expect the same vision from your balls
From your eyeballs, spit facts man
You relax man, get dough my enemy the taxman what I aim for
To the grind and my passion I’m faithful
Everybody on my team I’m thankful, and they all feel it
While the rest wanna front like I don’t kill it
In the stu' all the time, yo I won’t visit!
That’s a trip though, ain’t nobody do it better and your chicks know
Got my kids, got my wit and my lingo
And she call me fuckin angel like my wings show
(That’s true nigga)