Correction Lyrics Walk & Talk, Pt. 3 by Nerve (AUS)

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(N to the E to the R-V-E)

They wanna know what I'm up to, but I ain't telling 'em nothing
I'm isolated, but far from taking a break, they think that I'm bluffing
Money make us move like chess, checkmate 'til we get that cheque
They thinking it's black and white, but I give them hell for the disrespect
Bit of this, bit of that
Drop a bit and I get that back
Whole team on navigation
Drop a pin, 'cause we put this sh*t on the map
Catch a case when I kill this track
First degree, caught in the act
Can't say that this ain't facts
Bass hit like grrt, bap
Ooh, this slaps
Homie, go spin that back
One time for the chicks in the front, and
Two times for the kings at the back
Ooh, facts
Ain't Blood, but I'm bickin' back
Brother gon' chase that stack like Phar Lap 'til we got things on track
But she got a donk like an elephant
And she make it pop for the hell of it
She moving oh so elegant
Fangs in my neck and I know they venomous
I'm not dumb, I got intelligence
Red red rum when I kill that bumpa
Hitting me up like what's my number?
But I only use my phone to get funds up
But I only use my phone for the pay
Double up two by four by eight
Sick with the sh*t since 64
But don't play no games with the calls I make
Sitting on the porch-side blazed
Thinking 'bout all my mistakes
Too busy caught up in thoughts
Like why was I brought up this way?
I got a call the other day, she calling me self-centered
But I pay my team with percentages of my wealth, so I need myself centered
f**kin' hell, send it
I might just hit 'em for six
Looking at me like, "b*t*h, what it is?"
Kids wanna jump in the mix with a king
Kids wanna jump on some sh*t we did five years ago and still think that it's sick
So uck your crew, go uck your team
My team full of weapons, we don't need sticks
Pick a time and a place
And I'll show them up with a smile on my face
I see them snakes at the back
But I stay at the front 'cause I'm flyin' the plane
I was ten years old with a Capri-Sun
Playing Nazi zombies, pack-a-punch
We smoke a blunt like a show these days
Pack that sh*t from the back to front
Why these lil' boys acting up?
Does your mum know you're rapping, son?
I got a long list of sh*t to do
So don't HMU if you lackin', uh
Super Saiyan, it's obvious why they all calling me Goku
I'm in the city getting hot pot and I'm litty off of that soju
One day I'll eat at Nobu with a chick looking like Rashida Jones
Natural with a mean throat and that head, shoulders, knees, and toes
Crack that whip, Devo
On form right now with a free throw
Been ill with the sh*t since Bebo
I'm a numbers man, Keno
This is my speech, keynote
I'm getting them mad, emo
Way I'm running, it's long distance
You be getting a stitch, Lilo
Got that NO.ONE Network head to toe and I'm on that
We just sold out a merch run in like one day, so go cop that
We use Wickr, not WhatsApp
She a licker like cognac
Told 'em all I had flow, but we just broke the dam, now it's off tap

(N to the E to the R-V-E)
And that's how it's done, ladies and gentlemen

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