Barbershop Talk

Lyrics

[Intro] Dyme-A Ugh [Verse 1: Dyme-A-Duzin] Imaginary kingpins living through mob flicks Pretending finna turn you to a visual target I never pitched raw but kick raw shit Fell off but God restarted my genesis like blowing in a cartridge, I- Dreamt of Lamborghinis and Porsches Toured Munich and seen Mercedes ain't as important I rapped about a Benz because I seen it as swag Landed in Frans Josif and I saw them as cabs That's why I hear you brag about your foreign and laugh I'm where everybody in it like the whore in your class Like a hoarder's pad The game crowded, oversaturated I need my fans to bе Durant in them barbershop conversations No cut just hеre to make a statement And if your favorite want a fade we'll line it up and tape it Been in shape, no preparation They perpetrating My competition off crushed mollies and perkies faded Wire for the verse, I thought he sent that shit (sent that shit) Heard him rhymin' in the verse like "Why he send that shit?" (Man) I see you polyin, abiding by the book And being buddy-buddy with an actor that you bodied for a look Look I see it, I want it I cop it, it's nothin' at all A dozen dimes but I never could fuck with the law And they be shopping 'til it's nothin' to fuck in the mall Cass should know that I'm a problem I'm cut from that cloth Baby My 3-80 (yeah) Hold one in the dome And some of it chrome [Verse 2: Bishop Nehru] It's the Kobe or Jordan of recordings Better be cautious, I'm (ugh) Stuck grieving my losses My thoughts are making me nauseous (what the fuck?) Me and Dymes been givin' dimes but diamonds and we flawless, I'm Tryna built a fortress with fortune in my resources I restarted but I make it happen Put my purpose over passion On the surface, it was perfect But inside, I felt it crashin' Analyzed my actions 'til, within, became what I imagine I am who they were trashin' Now there's grouches like the new attraction Through Baghdad, I lifted sights Like a sniper In other words, through pain, I was elevating my cypher I'm up and losing patience ADHD got me hyper Took my time and set my aim And now the enemy's deciphered I'll give 'em somethin' that'll hit their heart Like it's Pfizer, ugh Set myself apart and through the harsh I got wiser, ugh Now I'm thinking stack and flip this paper like a binder, ugh After every miss, is simply lit a bigger fire, it's the- Empire, nigga, ugh It's in the wind, shit Niggas know that I been sick Learned to win it with interest They tried to block the entrance They ain't wanna give me inches Pause, that's for your misses It's hits and it never misses, nigga Bishy