Songtext zu 'Talk To Me Nice' von William Singe

You know
I remember
The first time we met up
You know I said to you like
You gotta get back to doing
What you love and you're
Always gonna face adversities
Of that role just because
Simply we're in it and
People get jealous and or
People see your success and
They wanna clout off you
It's hard to sift through 'em
But keep the real ones around
And fuck bitches
Get money

If you gon' talk to me
Better talk to me nice or
Don't open your mouth like lockjaw
I don't wanna hear that shit no more
We don't play that shit
I'm downtown with the team
Outside trynna eat
Don't worry 'bout me
What the fuck you mean
Where the fuck I been
I've been on my bullshit

Told you I'm different
And I ain't ever have to try
To stand out to a fool
Just so I could fit in
That's word to my boy
Xbo to that shit
In a song and it hit me
I don't need no validations
I don't need no situations
That's gon' take me from this paper
Told you that when we was dating
And you know I'm with the gang
I'm with the squad

We ain't deep but we ten toes
We don't surf
But we fight though
Smoke 'til we touch the sky
This that 87 northside
I ain't gotta tell you fools
That I do this shit
Check the view count
I bet it prove that shit

If you gon' talk to me (yeah)
Better talk to me nice or
Don't open your mouth like lockjaw
I don't wanna hear that shit no more
We don't play that shit
I'm downtown with the team
Outside trynna eat
Don't worry 'bout me
What the fuck you mean
Where the fuck I been
I've been on my bullshit

I'm on a beach, Hennessy and weed
Look at me, by twenty-three
Had keys to the world, now I never need a thing
I don't gotta hear what you saying
First-class jet club
And I'm always jet-lagged, my necklace
And I got two pairs, twin sisters
I don't even know they names

I done sold out worldwide
I been 'round the world twice, yeah
You ain't see them long nights
You was hatin' online
We just toast to the sky
It's that 87 Northside
East Coast, down South, worldwide
And y'all trouble now
King back, baby

Better talk to me nice, baby
Don't open your mouth like lockjaw
I don't wanna hear that shit no more
We don't play that shit
I'm downtown with the team
Outside trynna eat
Don't worry 'bout me
What the fuck you mean
Where the fuck I been
I've been on my bullshit, yeah

(Yeah, yeah, y-yeah)

Ten bands in my pocket
I don't need nothing else here but the profit
2021, tell my team that we locked in
Fuck a locksmith, I'm the key to my city
Tell 'em that I'm up now, you gon have to get me
That's on fam on the 87, straight to the top
And you know we don't stop
Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop
Yeah, and you know we don't stop, don't stop
Yeah, we up now
It's just me in here though, haha