Cloth Talk Songtext
von Hype

Can′t try to bite the style this is something you couldn't stomach
The flow is what they covet, but when you nice, man who doesn′t
Time is money and spending time hating ain't in my budget
So anytime I see niggas winning gotta applaud it
Don't think you too important to big up another artist
Yes y′all my competition I′m giving credit regardless
That only go for rappers that lyrically I could spar with
I'm tryna hit the top and I know it come with a target
Bar for bar I′m a lyrical alcoholic
Pivotal with the phonics, my shit is gas like it's chronic
Just tryna get to these bucks like my name Giannis
And split it with the team, all we got is us just like Onyx
Real niggas cut from a different cloth
If the beat is soft
I cook up in the studio, hit the booth, what I spit is hard
Putting in work we don′t need the blogs
A lot of shit is flawed, cuz we know niggas in the game tryna rig the score


Suited like I got political connects
Every time I rap it feels like a political address
When I was younger they told me you gon grow up to be important
Going through different stages, just taught me life's a performance
We all put on an act for an audience, from how we talking
To the shit that we be wearing and niggas flashing their fortunes
Imported Porsches, cars manufactured by foreigners
Posting every pic of expensive liquor you pouring up
On the gram with a caption saying getcha paper up
Tryna thumb through so many stacks I get paper cuts
Appreciating success cuz I know what failure was
But never let the greed get into my head so just pray for us
Rumble young man you better rumble
Stay humble young man better stay humble
Don′t get ahead of yourself this world don't love you
And when you black you know confidence look like trouble

I came, I'm seeing, I′m tryna conquer
Big goals, balls in our court, we run the score up
Only keep the real ones around me, protect my aura
These here are praying hands but they also could fuck your jaw up
Boxing with life, keep a tab on who′s in my corner
Caught a couple lefts, niggas screaming to get my guard up
Never folding I'm only coming back harder
You fool me once, can′t fool me again I'm coming back smarter
Floating like a butterfly don′t compare me to other guys
Putting all these niggas to sleep like we singing lullabies
Your arms ain't long enough to box with the God
Your raps ain′t as hard, don't embarrass yourself
You gon make your mother cry
Apparently I'm nice with this pen, I flex my dexterity
Carry the type of energy that put stress on my enemies
A dose of this takes the pain away my flow is a ketamine
People claiming I changed but just really became a better me