Talk To Big Lyrics - Dave East

I got niggas that's never coming home 

Bitches say they love my music, don't know none of my songs 

I guess poverty changed me, I was a decent kid 

I was rece' in bed, I had a dream I could speak to Big 

Harlem, ain't nowhere like it 

I fell in love with new records 'cause all my homies liked it 

Chick from parole was light-skinned 

She got my bro indicted 

Now he up north, I write him 

Trust me I know the prices 

Looked at my homie lifeless 

I need some shit I can feel, nobody touch me 

I say I'm meant to be here, the doctors say that I'm lucky 

My cousin was a custy, he used to stick up to get high 

He robbed a corner bodega on camera, had to sit five 

Came home talking that jail shit 

He got his weight up like niggas is frail 

But still he just couldn't sell shit 

Youngins got the block sewed up like rugby patches 

They hate you when you go get it yourself, they love you askin' 

Know you starving, they throw you rations 

Wonder why his stomach grumbling 

Shawty come from nothing, ain't never have shit 

His father in the mountains, his mother just want a pill to make 

The only motivation he ever had was to steal a bike 

Something in his system was different, just wasn't feeling right 

4AM phone call, his cousin got killed tonight 

He tryna double back on the last time he heard his voice 

Can't be indecisive, these streets will help you to learn your choice 

Back to Bentleys, back to the trenches nigga 

My digits bigger, I smoke with Nas and I build with Jigga 

A true artist, you could never paint a realer picture 

Convinced your sister to twist her, just had to spill some liquor 

A new rapper, ask 'bout new rappers, I don't feel them niggas 

I chill with women, they chill with niggas, they different niggas 

In the field so long, these Timberlands, made a killing in them 

I benefitted from plenty hitters, they still my niggas 

When Master P was yelling ice cream man 

My uncle got caught with nineteen grams 

If you don't like me, damn 

How you gon' hate me, I ain't had shit in the 'frigerator 

Now it's royal silk from molded bread and spoiled milk 

I know they gon' hate y'all 

I know they gon' hate y'all 

I know they gon' hate y'all 

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The time it took me to make it here 

Tell me how the fuck I'ma make it fair for a hater 

I know these niggas ain't playing fair 

Murder let you know this shit is real and we can take it there 

Can't afford them Jordans, had to take a pair 

I done seen the toughest niggas freeze up 

Hammer just left 'em shaking there 

This shit feel like a lion tryna race a bear 

You niggas'll never catch me, it's probably gon' take a year 

Top ten, bitch I'm locked in, like Jamaican hair 

Headshots, used to be a scope, I put a laser there 

Put newspaper on the carpet, air who walking 

I don't trust these voices talking or the walls in my apartment 

It's getting darker, pistol under the parka 

Imagine, pouring Fruity Pebbles and roaches fall out 

Make you wanna go to court, shoot the judge before you walk out 

Make you wanna eat a nigga food, just pull a fork out 

I be doing push ups in my cell before I talk 'bout 

Anything we involved in, criminal code 

Ex-bitches ready for war, they some militant hoes 

Coke in the flesh, this that shit you feel in your nose 

You college niggas come see how it feel to chill with a pro 

Could never compare, you don't know how it feel to be broke 

Just tryna get high, niggas you feed and stealing your smoke 

Can never punch her but when I fuck her she still can get choked 

First verse was the struggle, I bubbled right off a ink ball 

Eight ball with all black diamonds, I bet they hate y'all 

That money, know they gon' hate y'all 

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