Slick Talk Lyrics - Jid

Activate, activate, activate 

Activate, activate, activate 

You know I'm about to activate 

Activate, activate, activate 

Activate, activate, activate 

Whoa Kenny! 

Activation, activation 

Maturation, Process rap game too saturated 

Grab your lady, masturbation on her face 

A acne patient acting patient, so complacent 

Comfortable, a basic bowl of shit 

Hold my own, I own my dick 

Go shaloma unpredictable and roll 

With the clique of fold of big clips 

Ya'll know I feel activated 

When I came in this bitch 

Claiming the 6, I dont care 

About being famous and shit 

I was a bad little never had, nigga get the bag 

Give it back to my fam, I am who I am 

Hope I don't get a jam in the jam 

Had a dream of eating lamb in the lamb' 

And the label come off fam with the ram 

Like Martin, Gina, Cole, Tommy, and Pam 

Start scheming boy, you die where you stand 

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This the type of shit that have niggas in beef 

Dat slick talk followed by some stick talk then sleep 

Pissed off, I done took my fifth loss this week 

Big dog, I can scratch that shit off like fleas 

I got alotta shit to say, but I'ma keep my list short 

I know alotta your favorites 

Not gon' fuck with this part 

When I'm done, please know that 

I was trying to diss y'all 

Cuz' if this is a competition 

Then I'm setting this bar 

In my city, who's with me? 

I'm in my own lane Jack 

Nickel said J.I.D. so flame I propane rap 

I'm from East Atlanta like 

Gucci and Travis Porter 

But my story is similar to 

The hare and the tortoise 

Pen so sharp told stories 

You thought I forged it 

Back in the fourth grade 

Never read Curious George 

My nigga Corey kept a little 40 

Inside his North Face 

Left a nigga with no face 

And beat the court case 

Coming home from ball practice 

Took the street the short way 

We from the East, but never 

Gave niggas a reason to try 

You think it's soft pussy, niggas eat the Sorbet 

Or eating your face, squeeze the heat 

Then leaving your place 

I've been telling you life's a bitch 

But it's a beach in your case 

I've been yelling and throwing fits 

I'm tired of screaming all day 

I've been fighting these fucking demons all day 

Man, this shit ain't never been easy 

Maybe I just need a breather 

Hand your boy the blower, let me squeeze it 

Blow a little steam, ain't hating, I'm just heated 

Niggas know what I mean 

But niggas don't know what I been through 

So, if I offend you, then 

Uhh uhh uhh uhh 

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I heard niggas looking for a problem 

But we don't even move 'til' the rent due 

My niggas hands itching finna rob something 

Better pray to god that he don't get you 

Better pray to god that he don't get you 

Better pray to god that he don't get you 

Better pray to god that he don't get you 

Oh fuck 

Better pray to god 

Look ok, fuck what a nigga say 

My mama think I made it 

Lift my head to sky, I cry and begin prayer 

Thanks to the maker, got me out of an awful place 

My nigga gone for 17 years like a cicada 

More than a motivator for me to get off my anus 

And kick ass like I'm Danny Mainus 

Put the pen pad to the paper 

Big mad with a painting brush 

Splish splash, drawing scenes from dim lit past 

Dimwit, pimp shit syndicate with the pen grip 

Ripping shit, intimate, infinite rhyme kicking 

Let's begin 

Who's your list? Your top 10? 

Let's just say whoever better than 

I'm ready now, I was ready then 

I was headed down the aisle 

Rap game in a wedding gown 

She gave me the ring 

I said, "Yes" and vowed for forever now 

On the honeymoon, getting naked now 

On a money pile, doing doggystyle 

I'm a father now, you are my child 

Or you aren't my child 

I'm on Maury now, and I'm talking loud 

The results are found, you did not pull out 

It's your killer's bitch like a doggy pound 

We divorcing now 

I want the ring, cars, clothes, all the houses 

You broke my heart, re-organizing 

Really trying to be mature about it 

But I got a killer like a fucking dealer 

Dreamville rhyme spiller 

I shoulda killed a rapper 

Nigga, this a gun and a bullet 

I heard niggas looking for a problem 

But we don't even move 'till the rent due 

My niggas hands itching finna rob something 

Better pray to god that he don't get you 

Better pray to God that he don't get you 

Better pray to God that he don't get you 

Better pray to God that he don't get you 

(Not that I need it, that nigga is capped as fuck man 

Ain't no captain for real, super Captain 

Oh where your nigga's from) 

For real