Talk

[Chorus: Futuristic]
 Dm
Yeah, all you do is talk, talk, talk
 Dm Am
All you do is talk, talk, talk
 Dm
All you do is talk, talk, talk
 Dm
All you do is talk, talk, talk

[Refrão]
 Dm
You ain't really 'bout that life
 Dm
You ain't really 'bout that life
 Dm Am
You ain't really 'bout that life

[Próxima Parte]
 Dm
You ain't really 'bout that life

[Verse 1: Futuristic]
 Dm
Yeah, everybody wanna run they mouth
 Am
Tellin' hella stories 'bout the day they did
 Dm
Pull up on 'em
 Am
I show opponents how to son a nigga like I raise a kid
 Dm
Only speak about it if I be about it
 Am
We can see about it, make it quick
 Dm
When it come to spittin', who the fuck you kiddin'?
 Am Gm
Y'all ain't never did it like I did
 Dm
Internet, it made me rich
I'm gettin' rich and takin' pictures with some women
 Dm
Admitted, this life is different, you don't get it
Every sentence killin', make a couple million and quit it
 Dm
Got niggas into me, tryna get it
The life of Futuristic, I can give it to 'em
 Dm
Put a rapper on the team, take 'em on tour
Now he really into somethin'
 Dm
I been 'round the globe a couple times
I ain't have to sign but it's still an option
 Dm
Got a lotta gwala, made a lotta dollars
 Am
Own a lot of land, Davy Crockett
 Dm
Got your girlie on the tour bus
She don't watch Barney but she baby-boppin'
 Dm
Hit it, then I get up on the road
 Am
I'ma do my dance like it's Sadie Hawkins
 Dm
Boy, I got the sauce (that's true)
 Am
Bitch, I'm living proof (hey)
 Dm
Tight tennis shoes (you trippin')
 Am
I ain't in the mood, nah
 Dm
Y'all ain't really 'bout this life
 Am
Took a couple notes from Tech N9ne
 Dm
Young nigga got the best rhymes
 Am
Don't run your mouth unless right
 Dm
Spit it like the cinnamon challenge
I was a kid with a talent
 Am
I'm like the bigger the balance when I go off and
 Dm
Fire like a cigarette lighter
Gotta give the gettin' inside her
 Am
Want me to get up inside her then I gotta bounce
 Dm
Got six businesses, two houses
 Am
Mormon life, a few spouses
 Dm
A cool account still gettin' bigger
 Am
Ain't a damn thing you can do about it, I'm gone

[Chorus: Futuristic]
 Dm
Yeah, all you do is talk, talk, talk
 Dm Am
All you do is talk, talk, talk
 Dm
All you do is talk, talk, talk
 Dm
All you do is talk, talk, talk

[Refrão] (repetir)
[Próxima Parte]
 Dm
You ain't really 'bout that life

[Post-Chorus]
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Talk, talk, talk, talk, talk
 Dm
Talk, talk, talk, talk, talk
 Dm
Talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk
 Dm
Talk, talk, talk, talk, talk
 Dm
You ain't really 'bout that life

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
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Fuckin' about it, I'm bein' about it or what
 Dm
They don't be havin' what Nina got down in the gut
 Dm
They be the people that talk up a lot of BS
 Dm
And they really countin' me less
 Dm
I can never shout it enough
 Dm
Frickin' incredible his art be
 Dm
Rippin' the level, the kids hard me
 Dm
Givin' the nation a big dark spree
 Am
When I make the music Biz Markie
 Dm
Innovator, I am not a criminal
This why they women want a shot at genitals
 Dm
I'm maximum, they sayin' I'm the minimal
 Dm
We're talkin' cheaper than a Dollar General
 Dm
Haters hearin' me spit it, shit it
 Dm C
Goin' ahead and admit it, quit it
 Dm
Stay stalkin', they talkin'
 Dm
Tellin' the people that I'm wicked, wicked
 Dm
Fat stacks, we ballin'
 Dm
That stash be callin'
 Dm Am
Rap after me, that's actually wack, that's why he stallin'
 Dm
Rule is 'round to get hurt, ain't it?
 Dm
Dudes around us since birth, tenant
 Dm
True the lies'll get worse
 Am
Alarmin' then merk around for this shirt, painted
 Dm
They don't know that when the Planet drop
 Dm
I'm 'bout to take the rap into a colder degree
 Dm
Everything I ever wanted from the record business
N.C.
They gon' hand it over to me
 Dm
They gonna really see the soul of a G
 Dm
Ridin' rowdy with the flow of the sea
 Dm
Everybody want the musical virus
N.C.
I give it to 'em like Ebola disease
 Dm
I'm on a mission to get fish
 Dm Am
Shoppin' up enough and I rip it to get swish
 Dm
Anybody wanna become a gynecologist
 Dm
They droppin', ain't if I actin' a big bitch
 Dm
Try to rap me, I'd a pappy, why you 'ttackin'
 Dm Am
'Cause you never knew a demon inside a black kid
 Dm Am
And never knew you're fuckin' with a flier record
 Dm
Deep in America, anyone would die to trap me
 Dm
Tech-a, Nin-a, Futur-istic, we all goin' more crazy!
 Dm
Takin' everybody's money, even takin' your lady!
dm
Makin' movies with her like I'm motherfuckin' Scorsese!
 Dm
This is dedicated to my homie up in Florida
 Dm
Rest in peace WarBaby, let's go!

[Chorus: Futuristic]
 Dm
Yeah, all you do is talk, talk, talk
 Dm Am
All you do is talk, talk, talk
 Dm
All you do is talk, talk, talk
 Dm
All you do is talk, talk, talk

[Refrão] (repetir)
[Próxima Parte]
 Dm
You ain't really 'bout that life

[Verse 3: Devvon Terrell]
 Dm
Fuck up out my way, yeah
 Am
I don't play it safe, yeah
 Dm Am
When you from the bottom, you hit harder like a bass
 Dm
They don't wanna see me on top though
 Dm
Magic on me like Lonzo
 Dm
I'ma level up, it's so exciting
 Am
They don't understand me like I'm Mike Tyson
 Dm
Haters, I need you, I think that I like it
 Dm
Feedin' me motivation with a diet
 Dm
I'ma keep grinding, continue to eat
 Dm
Think you a boss and I'm takin' a knee
 Dm
Know that you scared 'cause you are what you eat
 Dm
Chargin' up, man, I'm gon' need a receipt
 Dm
Niggas be thinkin' I felt it at Disney
 Am
But then they show up and it's Beauty and Beast
 Dm
Think that you know me just 'cause my exterior
 Dm
I am the weirdo and I am superior
 Dm
Funny how niggas be ringing alarm
 Am
When you wanna rise and I'm like, "One at a time"
 Dm
Niggas as actors, remember your lines
 Dm
I seen this movie like 300 times
 Dm
Kickin' you off of my mountain, it's mine
 Dm
I just want everybody to know (woah)
 Dm Am
We not goin' away (yeah)
 Dm
You don't do your place (yeah)
 Am Dm
Knocking at my door, I'm like "Hello" (yeah)
 Am
Won't leave me alone (yeah)
 Dm
I am on the phone (yeah)
 Am Dm
Leave a message when you hear the tone
Hold up
 Dm
If you wanna get it, then you get it
 Dm
I'm playin' all the position like I'm Kobe, like I'm Shaq
 Dm
I'm like Kyrie Irving, I'm dishing anybody not so Futuristic
 Am
And they get the business
 Dm
Don't do that
 Dm Am
Think you messin' with us but it's too late
 Dm Am
You not on our level, nigga, please just tie your shoelace
 Dm
You trippin'