Pazz Cherofoot - sh** Talking Acrobat lyrics

[Intro: Ric Flair] It's so hard for me to sit back here in this studio Looking at a guy out here hollering my name when last year I spent more money on spilled liquor in bars from one side of this world to another than you made You're talking to the Rolex wearing, diamond ring wearing, kiss stealing (woo!), wheeling dealing, limousine riding, jet flying, son of a gun [Verse 1] It's the sh** talking acrobat Show me where the cash is at And I'mma hunt that sh** down like a wild dog rabid a** Young and sh**ty on the 6 Knock 'em back and talking slick Talk a lot of sh** but all you talk is just a crock of sh** Sight, I got a lot of it Drink a lot and now I'm falling in and out of consciousness Spend more than I got for sh**s, empty pockets ballin' b**h s** me off, she break her jaw, I guess I got a lot of (yup) Ay, shut that down Run up make them f**ing frown They wore crown, we threw them out, and now who run this f**ing town Break a check I break the law Scream this sh** and break yo jaw Tough talk but fake the walk, I flex on them and make 'em drop I smoke weed, I f** hoes, it's nothing new Drunk as hell and naked at your party screaming "f** you" I see things a lil' different that y'all do So when I say you ain't seen what I seen, just know it's all true Mind racing, I get lonely, I pray to Satan Stayed me and sure enough, they couldn't stay hating Work painstaking, sh** still ain't paying, what the f** I gotta do to show y'all pussies that I ain't playing Dead 'em [Interlude: Ric Flair] We on tour, and we doing it better than anyone else alive [Verse 2] You and me we ain't the same, I ain't here to play these games I be working for my pay, I be working everyday Boy you ain't got what it take, you a p**y talking fake Speeding in my own damn lane, making sure they know my name Ctyzn, got 'em saying "this kid again?" Say he need Ritalin, they just trying to get rid of him They just trying to belittle him, they ain't live what I'm living in But by the end of this they gon' remember him, church Call this a d**h sentence I said 5 years a year ago, and did I mention? Planning and plotting, I got you deep in depression I showed you all once before and y'all still ain't learn your lesson, look If it was easy, you'da done it, too I work until they see that I got something to prove, ay For me it's life, for you it's just something to do I won't stop until there's none of you Dead 'em