Lyrics Talk to Me - TMM Ca$h Mani

It's TMM
Aye bro I still remember that shit like it was yesterday yo
I was on my way to work up ugh Sephora
You what I be saying, I be saying like yo
I always know what to say yo but that one day yo
I ain't know what to say and I seen you come in my house bro
You looked fucked up too and when you called my phone I was fucked up every since R.I.P Dre

I didn't even notice that a piece of you wasn't here until I hit your dm
Told me Dre was gone caught a slug up in his neck around Three Forty pm
I remember the last time we seen him
He was thinking man I want to be them
You was thinking how should I treat him
I juts want to show him life got a meaning
And I know you meant that
They tried to send my lor nigga straight to them demons
You know I ain't with that so Dre hit my phone you get back
Cause I'm all alone with a big gat Thinking where them niggas live at
Why we take a loss we don't get back
I checked on murder ink and then I big zapped
I can't believe them niggas really did that
I just told my lor nigga sit back and when I point him out you better click that
Ain't no jamming never heard it click clack
Just keep spitting til them niggas flip back do you get that
Then keep it solid nigga don't say a word
They sent my lor nigga straight to them birds
Now I'm bout to roll a blunt til I'm furd
Really feeling like I live in the purge
Sxar you been through shit nobody deserve
You know I'm riding bro give me the word
Now I'm bout to roll a blunt til I'm furd
Really feeling like I live in the purge
Sxar you've been through shit nobody deserve you know I'm riding bro
Just give me the word I'm a spin a bin
They brought your lor brova life to an end
Sxar hit my phone when you need a friend
Cause scars only heal just to bleed again
Praying to God don't believe in him but sometimes I really be needing him
Niggas want beef we can meet again
Shells and bullets what I'm feeding them
Or I'll knock out your teeth you won't eat again
Bitch
How you kill a child I left out of work to smoke a black and mild
They asked me what's wrong a nigga almost wild
This shit really foul, my bitch really threw up
I poured me like two cups, I hit a few blunts
Momma said damn boy you doing too much
I told my momma I don't think that I did enough
I looked at my blunt it ain't big enough
Anybody can shoot, niggas ain't really tough
Damn
These niggas ain't real as us monster come and pop pills with us
Losing niggas every year with us
Hating but they really fearing us
Dre I'm gon do this for you stand on my two til they cheer for us
He said why the fuck am I even doing this shit
I said now I'm on top of the throne I stood on the bus all alone they never had chairs for us
So what Imma do, Dre I'm gon do the for you stand on my two until they all cheer for us