THAT TALK (HELLO)

[Intro: Dillmatic]
What's the word, word?
It's ISO-ISO, you know?
[?] speak Indies and-you know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, yeah
Check, check
Uh (Ready)

[Verse 1: Dillmatic]
They rockin' with us high-key, even with a low profile
Bro told me, "Don't change," doin' this music, you a soul child
To reach us further all the way from New York out to SoCal
Don't ask us how we do it, best believe we just know how, uh
Stacks on the dresser while my chick playin' dress up
You gon' need more than Jah to ever get you a bless up
Why would we ever let up? You can't trick me out this spot I'm in
Makin' plays from the first, until we hittin' the bottom
And C-Rxch sick with the jazz like he in Utah with Donovan
They gon' confuse it with cockiness whenever you confident
Or tell 'em it's too late, I'm in the prime like Brad Bill rockin' these Off-Whites
Came up from phones, yeah, I had till
Heard they tax around that way, we ain't coppin', that's bad deals
Yeah, we still in the hood but we gettin' to the bag still
Better get your money up, you too focused on your last kill
It's MOE, you gon' see and you know it when the cash real (You gon' see)
Dill

[Verse 2: ConchezYout]
Yeah, Conchez, word, uh
And we all want the finer things
Designer jeans, Cuban links with the Diamond rings (Facts)
Take me back to when Grandma was sippin' on the Heineken
Eatin' Chinese wings, every summer had a different fling, yeah (Shit was lit)
So now let's see what the future brings, underground kings from BK to out in Beijing (Know that)
We ain't ever quit, 'cause we both want the same things
We was in the gym as soon as we heard the bell ring, yeah
They wonderin' how we pull strings, like a shoe's strings, niggas laced off that Blue Dream, yeah
Every week I cop a new strain, hit my bud, man, he sayin' he got Space Queen
Shit sweet and it taste like pastry
Shorty want the D, I'm tellin' her to just say please
First year streamin', racked up 'bout eight Gs
Do this for my city, the Nas, B.I.G.s, the Jay-Zs
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