Текст песни Talkin Spicy (Envy Caine) с переводом

A lot of people wanna kill me, so I try to stay up out the mix

I be lying to myself, so you think I trust my bitch?

Drop folk shit, talkin' spicy got everybody lit

Try to play with me and my niggas somebody dyin' quick

We be really twirling, spinning blocks making bodies drop

When most of the opps die, then that’s when we’ll probably stop

Put they man’s on a shirt, now niggas wanna rat now

Handle every situation Coka never back down

4th floor Brooklyn house, going gun for gun with opps

Scar for scar, shoot they hands, then beat em till it’s hard to watch

Play the cell, play the tint, where you want it pick a spot

Blood everywhere, keep getting it till somebody drop

Riding out with G’z, always in and out the box

Anybody fronting we punch em, and knock em out they socks

CO’s know what’s up, disrespecting we drilling cops

Folk niggas make it count everybody know how we rock

Me and Mikey on the road, juggin running up a check

I was going through it with these bitches stressing bout my ex

First you gotta strategize, but never let em see you sweat

Long live Poppa G, still turning up for tec

XD glizzy when it’s war, grip the army K

It’s forever beef, ima always ride out for Johnny Blaze

Jumping in and out the V, still wilin' out for weeks

Sometimes I wonder if I die, will these niggas ride for me?

Late nights in Brownsville, trapping and we play for keeps

Came a long way from running trains and smoking niggas weed

Akh store, Pennsylvania Ave when we was picking P’s

Back when we was VCG, terrorizing through the east

Gotta get this money first, then pray I catch a rockstar

Sutter Gardens looking bad, since they lost hot

I never heard of KJ Balla, who is AceNumba5?

Y’all some good kids who started rapping, just came outside

Niggas looking for clout, Jezz and Popparazi Pop

I was in the beacon box, when I heard they got shot

Blamma life, it ain’t too much to say because of Elz Tay

A nigga gave you head on camera now we know that Elz gay

Wherever I went, I did what I want cause I held weight

Situation gang, don’t need a deal cause I’m self made

Made a movie bout my old crib, hope they had fun

Caught em walking back to Asking bout my last one

This for all the niggas tryna diss me in they music

Everybody got a gun but you official when you use it

They shot Bambino in his arm and he still told

Riverdale, Marcus Garvey I be with the real Choo’s

Songs is getting low views, so now they wanna say my name

Your man’s keep getting hurt, and you ain’t putting in no pain

Had to max out on my parole, but I’m back now

Sneak dissing me while I was locked, what’s the facts now?

Gave niggas careers, so now they think they big opps

Pussies running round, acting tough till they get shot

People quick to jump all on ya dick when ya shit hot

Still forever situated they could barely get by

Top opps, let the Glock floxk, give you faceshots

Turning niggas into spliffs, if they let the rakes drop

Smoking fat people Darnell and Too

If you jacking what they jacking nigga you could get it too

Always got the chop, if you see me man you better shoot

Promethazine, codeine sodas drinking medical

Patron, Rosé, Henny bottles when we celebrate

Smoking big dope, all night just to meditate

Don’t post up at that chicken spot, no standing by that liquor store

Pull up to plaza, if he GBB then we gon pick him off

Whenever it was lit, we linked up just to get they hoes

They too busy shoplifting broke niggas stealing clothes

Starting all this controversy people wanna dickride

Shit got sticky a few niggas tried to switch sides

Real recognize real these other niggas bitch made

Gotta keep in touch with flag, and free the whole 6 Trey

Free the twirlers, no love city, that’s PNB

Free the Choo’s, Mr. Fly Guy, Dae Dae, Young, and Leeks

Free the G’s, In the feds almost out the door

Free my nigga boogie he was on court tryna score

Free the G’s 22, the blixky’s those my lil bros

Young fly niggas shooting shit, totin big poles

Brownsville, East New York, Flatbush to Ebbets Field

When you copping weight, always give the fiends a better deal

Hit the block early serving fiends, fell in love with crack

Copped coke, cooked it up, sold it got my money back

If everybody’s a boss, then where the fuck the runners at?

Tryna hit the road and go juggin and make a 100 packs

Money packed, Visa’s, big dots counting green packs

Catch anybody with too much jewelry on let me get that

Hanging in the projects, but lived on the side blocks

Opp bitches calling me off wifi and hotspots

Pints of Qualitest and Hi-Tec prescription meds lift

Finessing counties caught a couple victims off of Craigslist

650, 750 beamer, Maserati, Benz

Cartier, Versace gold frames with the custom lens

Head crack em at the dice game, then go count my wins

I don’t wanna talk or work it out or try to make amends

I was gone, a lot of shit changed since I left the streets

It’s a long line to get some grub and Coka next to eat

Gang members making money, I know why I signed up

Body after body like a bunch of niggas lined up

Couple perkys, couple xannies, Coka pop too many pills

Bad bitches mixing drinks, Coka quick to pay they bill

Chasing slim pretty bitches, now I like the thicker jawns

Tryna make it to the top, and put all of my niggas on

Never tell em suck my dick that’s only what the ladies get

Better go get ya gun, cause Coka back on that crazy shit

Got so many hittas I can point and get your life took

Shooting with my left hand, but hit em with that right hook

The D’s on my body, I’ll never tell a damn thing

The day I get killed, my niggas going on a rampage