Talk
Jefe Replay Lyrics


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Talk (feat Jefe Replay)
Cousin Stizz
"Talk," featuring Jefe Replay, is another cut off of Cousin Stizz's debut project, Suffolk County. Replay serves as the sole feature on the project.
This for the people, follow and I'll lead you
Dont let em' decieve you, these niggas is see-through

They claim to be kings, but these niggas is regal
And my trap is lethal, everything we do illegal

Cold as an igloo, in this game ain't no re-dos'
So you can't pull the wool over my eyes, like a playbook ima' read you
I dont believe you, can't trust you as far as I'll heave you
Yall rockin cheap suits, all of my niggas in mink suits
I got me some gold teeth, now I think I need some rings too
I got me a new plug, impressed by the way that them things move
I need me a new drug, was smoking before it became cool
But y'all be so into fads, you do what I do like my name is dad
I knew it, I knew it, you niggas gassed
That whole crew that you wit, them niggas ass
You blew it, you too into chitter-chat
Maneuver, maneuver, then get it back
I do it so fluent when in the trap
I school you cuz' you need a piggy back
I still be smoking on the sticky pack
I handle all problems, no tick for tacks

Fuck is you lookin' at, put you on game then i took it back
I'm on my grown man ain't no rookie raps, I drive with more bars then I it back
We ain't have no lights in the crooked trap, I styled these rhymes while they cookin crack
I didn't finesse I just took his pack, pulled out the strap he was swith that

These niggas ain't really my niggas, forget em' but never forgive em
They showin a few of my symptoms, I just been fillin' perscriptions
Servin' that work out the rental, slurrin' my words [?]
Shoutout to the money from ya' slut, she just met me she gon' give it up
These shawties' fuckin for a mention bruh, I done rapped it then i lived it bruh
Had a taste now i can't get enough, they gone talk but tell em give it up
Who the fuck is you kiddin bruh? Thought you was on wit a half a pack
Half you wack and nigga that's a fact, me and my nigga brought rappin' back
Who the fuck is you rappin at, We all got shooters until the rack
And they come and move you to boost they stats, dunk on ya' partner then shimmy back




Translation hop out like gimme that, hangin outside of that mini van
Whispers of death come from any man, but I still walk through my city man

Overall Meaning

The song "Talk" by Cousin Stizz, featuring Jefe Replay, is a warning to those attempting to deceive him. The theme of the song is that Cousin Stizz and Jefe Replay are rising to the top of the rap game and they are not going to let anyone stand in their way. The lyrics remind the listener that in order to be successful, they must remain vigilant and watch out for those who are not legitimate. The refrain emphasizes the point that these rappers are not afraid to talk about their experiences and their struggles because that is what makes them who they are.


The song "Talk" is filled with imagery of the trap lifestyle that these rappers have lived through. They talk about their experiences with drugs, violence, and the grind that it takes to make it to the top. They are not afraid to show their tough exterior and talk about the hardships they face on a daily basis. The song is also a reminder to those who may not have experienced the same struggles that they should not attempt to deceive those who have.


Line by Line Meaning

This for the people, follow and I'll lead you
I'm making music for the people, and if you follow me, I'll show you the way.


Dont let em' decieve you, these niggas is see-through
Don't let anyone fool you, these guys are transparent.


They claim to be kings, but these niggas is regal
They think they're kings, but there's nothing special about them.


And my trap is lethal, everything we do illegal
My drug dealing operation is dangerous and completely against the law.


Cold as an igloo, in this game ain't no re-dos'
This business is harsh and unforgiving, there's no second chances.


So you can't pull the wool over my eyes, like a playbook ima' read you
You can't trick me, I see through you like a playbook.


I dont believe you, can't trust you as far as I'll heave you
I don't believe anything you say, I can't trust you at all.


Yall rockin cheap suits, all of my niggas in mink suits
You dress cheaply, but my crew wears expensive mink suits.


I got me some gold teeth, now I think I need some rings too
I have gold teeth, and now I want some rings to match.


I got me a new plug, impressed by the way that them things move
I found a new drug supplier that impressed me with their product.


I need me a new drug, was smoking before it became cool
I want a new type of drug, and I was smoking before it became popular.


But yall be so into fads, you do what I do like my name is dad
You guys follow trends and copy me like I'm your father.


I knew it, I knew it, you niggas gassed
I already knew you were fake and trying too hard.


That whole crew that you wit, them niggas ass
Your whole crew is terrible and not worth anything.


You blew it, you too into chitter-chat
You messed up and talk too much instead of getting things done.


Maneuver, maneuver, then get it back
Change direction and get back on track to success.


I do it so fluent when in the trap
I run my drug operation with ease and skill.


I school you cuz' you need a piggy back
I teach you everything because you're dependent on me like a child.


I still be smoking on the sticky pack
I still smoke weed regularly.


I handle all problems, no tick for tacks
I take care of all problems directly and don't get into petty arguments.


Fuck is you lookin' at, put you on game then i took it back
Why are you staring at me? I tried to teach you something but had to take it back because you didn't deserve it.


I'm on my grown man ain't no rookie raps, I drive with more bars then I it back
I'm mature and experienced in the rap game, and I come up with better rhymes than I started with.


We ain't have no lights in the crooked trap, I styled these rhymes while they cookin crack
When we were dealing drugs in the dark trap house, I was coming up with fresh rhymes.


I didn't finesse I just took his pack, pulled out the strap he was switch that
I didn't swindle him, I just took his drugs and threatened him with a gun when he tried to fight back.


These niggas ain't really my niggas, forget em' but never forgive em
These guys aren't my true friends, I forget about them but never truly forgive their disloyalty.


They showin a few of my symptoms, I just been fillin' perscriptions
They're copying my style, but I just keep coming up with new ideas.


Servin' that work out the rental, slurrin' my words
I'm selling drugs from a rental car and my speech is slurred.


Shoutout to the money from ya' slut, she just met me she gon' give it up
Thanks for the money I got from your girl, who was quick to give it up to me after just meeting her.


These shawties' fuckin for a mention bruh, I done rapped it then i lived it bruh
These girls are just having sex with me to get famous, but I actually live the lifestyle I rap about.


Had a taste now i can't get enough, they gone talk but tell em give it up
I experienced a little bit of fame and now I'm even more determined to seek it out, even though people will talk.


Who the fuck is you kiddin bruh? Thought you was on wit a half a pack
Who are you trying to fool, man? I thought you were a drug dealer with some product, but you're not.


Half you wack and nigga that's a fact, me and my nigga brought rappin' back
You're not talented and that's a fact, but me and my friend brought real rap back.


Who the fuck is you rappin at, We all got shooters until the rack
Who are you trying to rap to? We all have guns and will shoot if we have to.


And they come and move you to boost they stats, dunk on ya' partner then shimmy back
They'll use violence to build up their reputation, and show off by dunking on people then dancing.


Translation hop out like gimme that, hangin outside of that mini van
This means to quickly jump out of the car and take something, while waiting outside in a minivan.


Whispers of death come from any man, but I still walk through my city man
Danger can come from anyone, but I still confidently walk through my city.




Writer(s): Stephen Goss, Andrew Vendryes, Jeff Ravelo

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Comments from YouTube:

@DevTech23

RIP Jefe. He had a standout verse here.

@robchowder5611

'But yall be so into fads,
You do what i do like my name is dad' Took oooooooff

@vincentpadilla7866

heard this in a hot box sesh the beat had me spaced

@diazofrnak9477

It fucking better

@blackhoodie3461

This is that Boston music 👌🏽

@bestyoueverhad.2408

What i would give to go back in time..

@olivabae1474

this is a piece of heaven

@omarsanchez5429

Shout out To the Cuzn Stizz from the Chi City 🔥🔥

@phaabeylgmg2474

RIP Jefe

@hbranch2019

this that shit. laid back

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