Talkin My Ish

unknownghost

Nov 8, 2026 · 2:46 · 3 plays · v3-preview

2020s trap atlanta rap

Lyrics

Verse 1

They want me down bad,

I want the numbers up,

They want another headline,

I want another number one,

They got a lot to say,

but never said enough,

let the record speak, it got a better tongue

I know they checking for the fall,

Funny how my downfall got 'em all invested.

They throwing stones, Got more hits than the Rolling Stones.

They want the old me back, I'm getting more expensive.

I got a target on my back, it's looking like a bullseye

But every time they take a shot, another hit come by.

They say I'm losing touch, I think they lost theirs. I'm still the one they gotta mention when the smoke clears.

I made a lane and now they acting like they paved it.

They want the credit, but the work don't have their fingerprints.

I turned the pressure into diamonds, now they hate the kid.

I guess it's hard to watch a man get comfortable with being HIM.

Pre-Chorus

And I ain't gotta say too much.

The numbers do the talking.

when I don't pick up,

They assume that I'm done.

Little do they know!

Final Chorus

I'm just talkin' my shit.

They keep talkin' that shit,

I keep dropping these hits.

Like I ain't even try.

They want me out of the picture,

They keep calling it luck.

They keep calling my name,

I'm still numero uno.

Even when they don't say it,

They keep waiting on the moment I give 'em something to hate with.

I'm just talkin' my shit,

Yeah, I'm talkin' my shit,

They can talk all they want,

I got hits on the way

Verse 2

I got too much history to be worried 'bout opinions.

I watched 'em switch sides like 23 on different teams.

Now they wanna play both sides, must be double vision.

They got a lot of smoke, but never had a fire in 'em

I got a couple records that'll take 'em even higher.

They say I'm past my prime, I'm just past their expectations

I put the pressure on them bitches, now that's a deposition

I know they want a reaction, I give 'em a release date.

They want me in a beef, I put the beef on a cheesesteak.

They want me losing sleep, I got the streams on replay.

I turn a little shade into a whole lotta green space.

I guess the crown gets heavy when you never take it off.

They counting all my losses like they got a winning streak.

But every time they count me out, I'm counting up the weeks

And I don't need a co-sign, I got a whole catalogue.

They need a conversation just to keep their names involved.

I know the difference between being talked about and talked to.

They only get a moment, I got years they gotta talk through

Chorus