Thelonious Martin - Chicken Talk lyrics

[Verse 1: Joey Purp] Chicken talk n***a Four hundred forty eight grams mother f**er Bird talk good grammar time Catch him with that slamma now its slamma time co*k it back and bang now its hammer time I'm a grown man boy I stand on mine Ain't no business handle trying to handle mine Now mother f**er n***as see me in my city better bow mother f**er Or get down mother f**er Shoot the crowd mother f**er We ain't never learned a thing about luck mother f**er Learn to duck mother f**er If you don't catch it straight consider that catching a blessing Shorty shoulda died have a shorty shortly n***as f**ing reckless Bullets ain't got name tags Tag a n***a toe for steppin' Hit you for your Honey Oh's while your sonny eating his breakfast Now, how you like the sound of that All the ward young n***as with me All carnivores y'all end up artifacts Relics of a time past Oh you think you calling shots end up calling out for god Ain't nobody calling back Now what you call that Another stupid n***a overstepping his boundaries Catching bodies been out of style now n***as catching bounties I'm just chilling getting fried Reading Catcher In The Rye Hanging kush bushes upside down let them sh**s dry Hang a n***a over a balcony that's a Suge Knight f** it if it look right Plug him if he cook right Finesse him that's the joog life My daughter ain't gon' want for nothing long as burner co*ked back Long as sockets still plugged Long as lines not tapped Long as minds still pushing Long as I's got crack Long as eyes still bleeding out Rhymes still seeping out 40 phone purple f**er who you gonna believe in now [Verse 2: KAMI] For that work you a slave Good girl out the kitchen she deserve to be maid Pull that sleeve up we been working Put my feet up we been working Put a dollar on this purchase Boy I change your b**hes purpose These n***as hiding behind many different faces Mask on we trying to eat boy we crazy I swear to god I'm just nurturing my nature off a yacht to pa** my [?] Give [?] the access I tell him we was born naked Look, in close quarters they let it blow for the quarter Keep it low Don't tell them what you know Them being who you don't Boy I f** around with f** arounds who f** around in smoke n***as who f** around with n***as they don't know Nose cold [?] keep a different coat on it All my n***as gonna shoot it Boy they treat me like the coach And my n***a outa jail Boy I punch you for a pair of them air nikes Jordan on the mic air tight Game 7 every night get the early bird special Duck a shot flying out of the 38 special Keep the tool and I will utilize my utensils On my mamas I'ma shine On the sun I'm that n***a Hit that play then rewind