Talk, Pt. 2

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Uh 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 shit I'm fly dog [?] Unhealthy like jogging with chips Should have knocked harder when the fucking door was clipped Niggas watch me more than bitches I don't watch TV so if it's beef then it's more than stitches Rappers gotta learn to speak to the mic Before they rant and rave about somebody's life [Chorus] Tried to talk myself out the situation But all that led to was big hating, shit I even tried to talk to my wife But that shit didn't work so I talk to this mic, fuck 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 bass Shit ain't fair when it smack you in your face Shit [Verse 2] 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 Shit, 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 fucking her raw You talk more out your ass than your jaw [Chorus] Tried to talk myself out the situation But all that led to was big hating, shit I even tried to talk to my wife But that shit didn't work so I talk to this mic, fuck 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 bass Shit ain't fair when it smack you in your face Shit [Verse 3] 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) Niggas tried to slander my name Make a mother fucker lie me pull out cannon and game (Hey where that Victor?) Nev-uary (Naw) Niggas 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 fucker Me and pen and pad been having sex lately (Yeah) No prophylactics going crazy [Outro] Fucking 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 Niggas yap about Vic Spencer all fucking day nigga What the fuck does that do for you my nigga Huh Are you fucking crazy?