Talking Crazy

spittin to the beat and the pace of the drum

bass in my ears till my face go numb

take a sip from the blood of the nation,

tennessee hoe you could tell em where im

from,

take another drink, fill another cup up

they records dont sell, i tell em that its tough luck,

talking bout ya album, making all that stuff up,

lalalalalalalal pussy shut the fuck up

aye

ima hit the blunt even its too short,

i gotta bitch from a island, but its new york,

i gotta mama in atlanta she get so mad,

but she know who gone beat it up when she need cash,

ima pimp, why you think they call me the mak daddy,

ima tip a bitch for the fact that she gotta fatty

i got flows for days a student of the game,

i put my head in the clouds, then nothing was the same,

let it breathe, let that beat breathe,

ima need to stop before i make somebody bleed,

i got 4 bitches, hanging off me,

and everyone single one of em about as fine as me,

ive died twice so dont nothing really phase me,

i be in ice spice dms talkin crazy,

i be on that fuck you boy pay me,

talking to myself bout it on the daily