Текст песни Cloth Talk - WALQ.

I don't compete cause you can't beat me, hoe
I keep it player, sippin' Pino Grigio
You on the low, tryna do me greasy, hoe
You just mad cause
You wanna be me, hoe
Look look
I'm from the era where no shoes in the pad or feet on the sofa
Every juice in a glass, have a seat on the coaster
The OGs lean on the Jag
they tell the lads, don't speed up the process
Don't impede if we don't ask respect, you owe us
I'm talkin' bout blue jeans, tucked shirts, and the loafers
Ball caps and cigarettes for the smokers
Where the men train their kids to be locomotives
Give em strong minds so they don't succumb to the local motives
Mm
Where the structure and the discipline made us all over-focused
Born in the 90s, but raised by the men born in 60s and older
Know the aura potent
And you know I gotta
brag in doses
That's why

I don't compete cause you can't beat me, hoe
I keep it player, sippin' Pino Grigio
You on the low, tryna do me greasy, hoe
You just mad cause
You wanna be me, hoe

I don't compete cause you can't beat me, hoe
I keep it player, sippin' Pino Grigio
You on the low, tryna do me greasy, hoe
You just mad cause
You wanna be me, hoe

Niggas folded under pressure when I came through
New balance on new balance and I can't choose
Callus on my fingers, know I pay dues
I get chippy with my dogs, then we break loose
Don't you look none of my dogs in they face, too
They anxious, we ain't you. We live a life we can't choose
Niggas knock me down
And I ain't bruised
I ain't always gon' win, but I can't lose
My OG never told me what I can't do
And to never see the picture where they paint you
Starvation when they made due
Let the breakthroughs experiences that'll change you
Yeah, always with my dogs, never oversteppin'
If I wasn't with my dogs, I still know my leverage
Probably push my dogs across if I'm goin' second
Momma raise the roof if you don't know the reference, Roo

I don't compete cause you can't beat me, hoe
I keep it player, sippin' Pino Grigio
You on the low, tryna do me greasy, hoe
You just mad cause
You wanna be me, hoe

I don't compete cause you can't beat me, hoe
I keep it player, sippin' Pino Grigio
You on the low, tryna do me greasy, hoe
You just mad cause
You wanna be me, hoe