Talkin’ Loud K-Rino (Ft. Z-Ro)

[Verse 1: K-Rino]
I ain't no gangster, but on the mic I make boys bail
They run up in my set tripping, I check 'em like voicemail
Records dropped with no promotion, but they manage to sell
My folks want 'em worse, than boys want naked pictures in jail
I leave you swoll up in a corner, with a ice bag on ya
You so brand new, you still got the price tag on ya
You wanna be me, the flow murdering three deep sprayer
It'll never work, like putting a 8 track in a CD player
I don't bar these Hollywood cats, it's all about me
You can't see me, like a blocked number on a caller I.D
You got a entourage, trust me you could still get smacked
On songs bragging 'bout pistols that your homeboys pack
I'm frustrated and I'm broke, but I'm keeping the faith
I wrote my own name on a list of the people I hate
And I don't rehabilitate devils, I kill 'em and skate
I ain't gon waste my time, tryna make a snake fall straight

[Chorus]
You must not know, who I am mayn
(I can see it, when I look in your eyes)
Talking loud, but you ain't saying a damn thang
(up in the neighborhood, telling them lies)
When I'm through, you gon remember my damn name
(when I heard the shit, I wasn't surprised)
In my hood, we get it popping like champagne
(You fools, bout to make my temperature rise yeah)