Текст песни Ted Talk - Kinnigan feat. Adrian

Nobody gives a fuck 'less you're rich, pretty or dead
I'm talking the talk like it's TED
Also walking the walk I ain't scared
When was the last time they asked about you?
Them niggas they never just ask about you
They tap in when they need a favour
Do I look like a charity?
Hand me my paper

Nobody gives a fuck 'less you're rich, pretty or dead
I'm talking the talk like it's TED
Also walking the walk I ain't scared
When was the last time they asked about you?
Them niggas they never just ask about you
They tap in when they need a favour
Do I look like a charity?
Hand me my paper yeah

You gotta be, to become
Repeat after me, I can be what I will to be
I'm in too deep I can never quit
I inspire myself 'cause I know just how far I done made it
But of utmost importance it's really how far I can go
Life is about a beginning and end
So don't fret when you meet with death
If you're scared you're prepared
You talking 'bout practise?
You talking 'bout practise?
A1 preacher but I'm no AI
I still need to practise
Loosen up on the preach
Maybe then I can teach

Taking things slow, I won't speed up the pace
Not the hare I'm the tortoise, I end up first place
Think in terms of abundance, so you're rich
Even before any money comes in
You heard?

Nobody gives a fuck 'less you're rich, pretty or dead
I'm talking the talk like it's TED
Also walking the walk I ain't scared
When was the last time they asked about you?
Them niggas they never just ask about you
They tap in when they need a favour
Do I look like a charity?
Hand me my paper

Nobody gives a fuck 'less you're rich, pretty or dead
I'm talking the talk like it's TED
Also walking the walk I ain't scared
When was the last time they asked about you?
Them niggas they never just ask about you
They tap in when they need a favour
Do I look like a charity?
Hand me my paper yeah

I don't deal with no liabilities
'Cause it limits my capabilities
And without 'em, I'm threefold like trinity
Then nobody is near my vicinity
You're entitlement really just sickens me
Want a piece of the pie? Get the cutlery
You ain't put nothing in, are you kidding me?
Don't try claim my success, get away from me
This ain't a matrix or maze
It's more like I'm stuck in a jail
It's more like I'm stuck in a box
You're part of the reason I'm stuck
You're part of the reason I'm up
But you tried to keep holding me down
I'm not talking 'bout anchors or hounds

More like gravity, what goes up must come down
Word to karma, what goes 'round must come 'round