Drink more water or you might die

Seven nine king drive you can picture me rolling

Bending corners we was headed to the rasta

Ni**a been blessed but a ni**a been sick

And a ni**a been stressed so f**k it I'm a doctor

Self medicated

Ginger ale in the champagne flutes

And I ain't celebrating

Just cooking up crack

Where presentation's everything

Tell em wait 'til I plate it

Patience I'm faded like outdated denim

Hearing it like this bout as rare as cicadas

The boy got some miles Davis in him

Talking all that jazz

Telling all that truth ni**a talk your sh*t

Better watch your mouth better watch your back

Better choose the right way on some fork in the road sh*t

And of course the path less traveled

F**k I look like following your footsteps

Don't fumble cause this ain't Sunday football

I ain't at home with a footrest

In fact I'm in front of the back of your head

But I'm coming from behind better look left

Look left like where the f**k is he

You got time on your head boy

You got time on your head like you wearing buck fifty

Do it so clean but it's still so filthy f**k with me

Cause you already know you f**k ni**as

Really can't really

Talking all that jazz talking all that jazz

Telling all that truth ni**a talk your sh*t

Ni**a talk your sh*t

Talking all that jazz talking all that jazz

Telling all that truth ni**a talk your sh*t

Ni**a talk your sh*t

Talking all that jazz talking all that jazz

Telling all that truth ni**a talk your sh*t

Ni**a talk your sh*t

Talking all that jazz might get you popped

But I ain't gonna stop don't ask

Until I'm in a white drop top with a smile on my face

And a hand in the air like JFK

Wait all in your steam better known as a hotbox

Crack rocks in a square better known as block

Impaired tryna'move that's hopscotch

Unfair one leg is a hell of a cock block

My ni**a what an anomaly

My ni**a look at the world

My ni**a what a monopoly

Drop tops in the hood and they're sitting on 22's

Ni**a still on section 8though

Tricking on the low for a ho ni**a

Mama at the crib trying to stretch a couple pesos

Couldn't paint a pretty picture with the tears and her makeup

Better get maaco make overs help ni**as make money

But I'ma always talk that James moody

Most rappers these days is actors

And I can't keep watching the same movie

These ni**as keep sharing the same models and these models act like they ain't groupies

I ain't stupid talking duke Ellington count Basie monk and Dave Brubeck

I ain't stupid talking too eloquent

I ain't stutter my ni**a I ain't Ruben

Ginger ale for the hoes in champagne flutes

Tell one of them come pour me a glass

She don't act up she can get this truth

Tell her a**read that while I roll this joint

Ni**a trying to relax

Cause the sh*t don't stop

I ain't trying to relapse

To that whack bullshit

Ni**as better evac when I drop

Cause I swear that this black man ain't gone stop

Talking all that jazz talking all that jazz

Telling all that truth ni**a talk your sh*t

Ni**a talk your sh*t

Talking all that jazz talking all that jazz

Telling all that truth ni**a talk your sh*t

Ni**a talk your sh*t

Talking all that jazz talking all that jazz

Telling all that truth ni**a talk your sh*t

Ni**a talk your sh*t

Talking all that jazz might get you popped

But I ain't gonna stop don't ask

Until I'm in a white drop top with a smile on my face

And a hand in the air like JFK

That Coltrane that Charlie Parker that Charles Mingus

That Frank Sinatra

Talking all that jazz talking all that jazz

That Coltrane that Charlie Parker that Charles Mingus

That Frank Sinatra

Talking all that jazz talking all that jazz