CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Talk, Pt. 2
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Talking to this mic help (Yes)
Woke up from a dream that my wife left (Damn)
Get on Instagram and swipe left to death
The mic never runs out of breath
The world is a toy or a tool
Every individual gets to choose
I make up my third option
You living in a fly society where we into bird chopping
We copping green like I cop kicks
Unexpected like when birds drop sh*t
I’m fly dog [?]
Unhealthy like jogging with chips
Should have knocked harder when the f**king door was clipped
N***as watch me more than b*t*hes
I don’t watch TV so if it’s beef then it’s more than st**ches
Rappers gotta learn to speak to the mic
Before they rant and rave about somebody’s life
Tried to talk myself out the situation
But all that led to was big hating, sh*t
I even tried to talk to my wife
But that sh*t didn’t work so I talk to this mic, f**k
I gotta make me some moves
I can’t talk to you, I talk to the booth
Talk to the keys, talk to snares, talk to the ba**
Sh*t ain’t fair when it smack you in your face
Sh*t
Chicago is a hating city so it raised me gritty
And all the thot hoes ain’t pretty (Baby)
Compared to other towns this a lame city
But for the right people
At the last minute the pain in my got me healing fast
Make me wanna cop the Henny fast
I take everlasting jabs
The moment of truth
You try to play it’s the omen of youth
And you and the coma cahoots
the pursuit
Since I can’t talk to the human race
You say nothing after I ask “What you do today?”
Music lay down on food like a plate
They always distracted with a phone in their face
Sh*t, I should smack it out of your hands
Blam your fam, smack you back inside of your dad’s plan
To get your momma popped off by f**king her raw
You talk more out your a** than your jaw
Tried to talk myself out the situation
But all that led to was big hating, sh*t
I even tried to talk to my wife
But that sh*t didn’t work so I talk to this mic, f**k
I gotta make me some moves
I can’t talk to you, I talk to the booth
Talk to the keys, talk to snares, talk to the ba**
Sh*t ain’t fair when it smack you in your face
Sh*t
No more talk, I’m all action
Rapping, it’s the only way I talk to people
All humans on the Earth, well I don’t walk with people (Naw)
It’s not my fault I’m evil (Mmm)
N***as tried to slander my name
Make a mother f**ker lie me pull out cannon and game
(Hey where that Victor?)
Nev-uary (Naw)
N***as said they killed me and we still ain’t seen the obituary
Everything is awkward again
All because of how I talk with this pen, mother f**ker
Me and pen and pad been having sex lately (Yeah)
No prophylactics going crazy
F**king snapping man
I don’t need to talk to people
What do people do for you, huh?
I know what this mic do for me
It do a lot man
N***as yap about Vic Spencer all f**king day n***a
What the f**k does that do for you my n***a
Huh
Are you f**king crazy?
Talking to this mic help (Yes)
Woke up from a dream that my wife left (Damn)
Get on Instagram and swipe left to death
The mic never runs out of breath
The world is a toy or a tool
Every individual gets to choose
I make up my third option
You living in a fly society where we into bird chopping
We copping green like I cop kicks
Unexpected like when birds drop sh*t
I’m fly dog [?]
Unhealthy like jogging with chips
Should have knocked harder when the f**king door was clipped
N***as watch me more than b*t*hes
I don’t watch TV so if it’s beef then it’s more than st**ches
Rappers gotta learn to speak to the mic
Before they rant and rave about somebody’s life
Tried to talk myself out the situation
But all that led to was big hating, sh*t
I even tried to talk to my wife
But that sh*t didn’t work so I talk to this mic, f**k
I gotta make me some moves
I can’t talk to you, I talk to the booth
Talk to the keys, talk to snares, talk to the ba**
Sh*t ain’t fair when it smack you in your face
Sh*t
Chicago is a hating city so it raised me gritty
And all the thot hoes ain’t pretty (Baby)
Compared to other towns this a lame city
But for the right people
At the last minute the pain in my got me healing fast
Make me wanna cop the Henny fast
I take everlasting jabs
The moment of truth
You try to play it’s the omen of youth
And you and the coma cahoots
the pursuit
Since I can’t talk to the human race
You say nothing after I ask “What you do today?”
Music lay down on food like a plate
They always distracted with a phone in their face
Sh*t, I should smack it out of your hands
Blam your fam, smack you back inside of your dad’s plan
To get your momma popped off by f**king her raw
You talk more out your a** than your jaw
Tried to talk myself out the situation
But all that led to was big hating, sh*t
I even tried to talk to my wife
But that sh*t didn’t work so I talk to this mic, f**k
I gotta make me some moves
I can’t talk to you, I talk to the booth
Talk to the keys, talk to snares, talk to the ba**
Sh*t ain’t fair when it smack you in your face
Sh*t
No more talk, I’m all action
Rapping, it’s the only way I talk to people
All humans on the Earth, well I don’t walk with people (Naw)
It’s not my fault I’m evil (Mmm)
N***as tried to slander my name
Make a mother f**ker lie me pull out cannon and game
(Hey where that Victor?)
Nev-uary (Naw)
N***as said they killed me and we still ain’t seen the obituary
Everything is awkward again
All because of how I talk with this pen, mother f**ker
Me and pen and pad been having sex lately (Yeah)
No prophylactics going crazy
F**king snapping man
I don’t need to talk to people
What do people do for you, huh?
I know what this mic do for me
It do a lot man
N***as yap about Vic Spencer all f**king day n***a
What the f**k does that do for you my n***a
Huh
Are you f**king crazy?
