Talk to You Lyrics

Aye life is funny ain't it

On the real though

Let me talk to you

Karma is a bitch but she one way

Never getting praise for my fair play

One of those days going bad like a hair day Blank face mad add trippin like a stair case

I done made a mess of myself in the first place

Clean up well seen hell from the birth place

You can't tell me shit I'm getting lit and that's worst case

Yeah I got problems

Nah you can't solve em

Addiction gaining friction my depiction is a column

Standing in line crack sign that it's falling

Rose from the sevy little teddy when he pulls up

Little did I know he had blow with a bowl tucked

Dad had lines I need rows talking all ducks Organized crime talk mine then we all fucked huh

I done made

A lot of mistakes

And had many memories that'll never erase And that's funny cause my memory is heavy at stake

My marijuana intake is like that of greats

And that's great t-break probation at eight

Still fighting off the system can we pick up the pace like fuck

System made me listen next charge guaranteed time prison hmm

Hard to make a living when you painted as a villain

All I tried to do was make a killing funny

Man it's like

Every time I feel like I'm getting ahead

Something push me right back

And I stay trapped in this mother fucker

The same god damn place

I'm trying to chase my dream

But everything else chasing me

Like damn yo

Look

I been stressed out

Workin on me to be the best now

I don't got time so I rhyme a little less now

dreams of getting home late homies in the guest house

Studio be home base working all the pests out

Less about the money but i'd like to give checks out

Smile when it's sunny but clouds stay over my head

Kinda like the loud mouth shit that you said

I don't wanna hear it prolly why I'm incoherent

I respect the interference I was dying in my spirit

I wish I could say I'm close but I'm nowhere near it

Really might go ghost but I'm scared why fear it

Ima miss all my peoples avoid all the evils

I'm realer my killers smoke dealers deceitful

That's how you are

We ain't on par

Still music yeah your shit is like a parked car uh How he that harsh

Staying on guard

Walls up reach me you needed post cards

Wasn't playing with my heart I had to bogard

Then I let her in

Now a better man

Two together bear the weather reap the benefits

Dropping peddles try to settle if it's heaven sent

Like the header to a letter there is relevance

Rusted metal on the kettle due to elements uh