Chords for J.I.D - Slick Talk (Lyrics)

_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [Ab] _
_ _ _ _ [Bb] _ Activate, activate, activate, activate, activate, activate, activate, activate, activate, activate,
Activation, activation, maturation, process, rap game, too saturated,
[C] Grabulated, masturbation, on the face of acne, patient, [F] acting patient,
So complacent, comfortable, a basic bowl [Ab] of shit, hold my own, not on my dick,
[E] Go Shalom, a unpredictable, the road with the clicker, bowl with big clips,
I know I'm feeling elevated when I came in and being, climbing [Ab] the seas,
I don't care about [Bb] being famous and shit, I was a bad little never had,
Nigga give it [C] back, give it back to my fanboy, I am [Ab] who I am,
I'm on the end of jammin' and jam, had a dream of eating lamb and a lamb,
In LA become my friend with the real and Martin, Jimmy Cole, Tommy and Pam,
[Bb] Start scheming boy [F] you die easy,
Now hear this [C] young boy,
You want to think that all of my experience are worth,
You want to think that all things are lost, yeah I guess it's wrong,
No, no, no, no, no, no way,
You got to work hard,
This the type of shit that have knickers and beat,
That slick talk, follow by some stick talk, getting sleep,
Picked off, I done looked my fifth loss this week,
Picked off, I can scratch that shit off like fleets,
I got a lot of shit to say, but I'ma keep my list short,
I know what I do, your fake movies not gonna fuck with this part,
When I'm done, please know that I ain't trying to diss y'all,
Cause if this is a competition then I'm selling this part,
In my city, who's with me, I'm in my own lane,
Jack, nigga said shit so flame I propane rap,
I'm from East Atlanta like Gucci and Travis Squader,
But my story is similar to the hair in the tortoise home,
Pencils short, told stories you thought I forged it,
Back in the fourth grade, never read Curious 4,
My nigga Corey kept a lil' 40 inside his love base,
Left a nigga with no [B] face and beat the [C] court case,
Coming home from ball practice, took the street to show away,
We from the East but never gave niggas a reason to try it,
Or think it's easy, soft pussy niggas eat the sorbet,
Or eat in your face, or freeze the heat when leaving your place,
I been telling you life's a bitch, but it's a beach in your case,
I been yelling and throwing piss, I'm tired of screaming all day,
I been fighting these fucking demons all day,
Man this shit ain't never been easy, maybe I just need a breather,
Hand your boy the blower, let me squeeze it,
Blow a little steam, I ain't hating, I'm just heatin',
Niggas know what I mean, but niggas don't know what I've been through,
So if I offend you then,
Uh, uh, uh, uh,
I heard niggas looking for a problem,
But we don't even move up to the window,
Nigga had this [Fm] shit been a [C] rise up,
Better pray to God they don't get you,
Better pray to God they don't get you,
Better pray to God they don't get you,
Better pray to God they don't get you,
Better pray to God,
Look, okay, fuck what a nigga say,
Or look my mama think I'm Aida,
Lift my head to the skies, [E] I cry, but getting prayer,
[C] Thanks to the maker, got me out of an awful place,
[Dbm] My nigga gone for [Bm] 17 years like a cicada,
[C] And uh, more than a motivator for me to get off my anus,
And kick ass like I'm Danny Myanus,
Put the pen pad to the paper, big mad with a painting brush,
Splish splash, drawing scenes from my dim lit past,
Damn wet, pimp shit, syndicate with a bank,
Rip, rip, shit, intimate, infinite, rhyme kicking,
Let's begin, who your list, your top ten,
Niggas say whoever better than, I'm ready now, I was ready then,
I was heading down the aisle, rap gang in a wedding gown,
She gave me the ring, I said yes and vowed for forever now,
On a honeymoon, getting naked now, on a money cloud, doing doggy style,
I'm a father now, you are my child, you aren't the child,
I'm on Barbie now, and I'm talking loud, the results of [Ab] that,
You been out for a while, I should kill this bitch like a doggy pound,
We divorced her now, I'm with the cars, ring, clothes, all the house,
Broke my heart, I'm reorganizing, and really [C] trying to be mature about it,
But I got a killer like a fucking dinner, dreams in a [Fm] steel pill,
And a ride to [C] the tooth, but I should've killed her right,
Because I could've done, nigga, this a gun and a bullet,
You had niggas looking for a problem,
But we don't even move until the rent due,
My nigga hands itch and fender rives on,
Better pray the god damn he don't get you,
Better pray the god damn he don't get you,
Better pray the god damn he don't get you,
Better pray the god [Cm] damn he don't get you, _ _
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