TALK SHOW

(Chorus)

They’re watching my moves like a T.V

Seeing me up on the big screen, cinema

I’ll never do the bare minimum

Got to make heat, make spice, like cinnamon

Sit down bitch, come watch the program

Got nothing to do? watch the show then

I can do what I want, bitch I’ll show them

Pop in the tape play it again!

(Verse)

But sometimes it feels as though people are getting too close

Sit down at my talk show, I’ll be the host

I’m making my sound, build it to the utmost

I’m doing the most that I can

I'm making a plan

I hang with the clan

I do what I please, for I don’t give a damn

I hop on my beats and proceed to go ham

I walk through the streets and thеy watch through the cam

Watch what I’m doing and pop in the tape

You’rе so entranced that your brain can’t escape

Talking big shit your words are out of shape

I’m going bananas, I feel like an ape

With this bass hitting in so quick

As I lose my shit

And my mind I spit

Keep the camera on me, for a second

Watch what I’m doing, and don’t ask a question!

(Chorus x2)