Letra Talk about it Joey Cool

Talk about it

Fuck it, let's talk about it
Yeah

I gotta get some shit up off my chest
A lot of motherfuckers got me stressed
Mama Coolie always telling me I'm blessed
She don't know these people always at my neck nigga
She?don't?know?that I don't?sleep and I'm?a wreck
I go a 100 miles an hour, I don't rest nigga
I'm about the loyalty and my respect
Man you silly motherfuckers got me vexed
I cannot deal with this fuckery
Goddamn boy they tryna break a nigga down
I don't like too many people that been touching me
Y'all in trouble, I'm disgusted with you fucking clowns
Y'all ain't taking this as serious as we gon' take it
Nigga you don't need the fixing if you didn't break it
I'm convinced too many people out here being basic
I ain't journey in this all so I could be complacent

What did I do, go blind eye to the bull, get an eyeful
See the hate they abide to, need a rifle
See the height that it climb to, got 'em stifled
Talk 'bout it
What did I do but commit time to the craft
They don't like you, my advice is fuck off, they don't have to
Cause half of these niggas mad cause they know they can't act like you
Talk 'bout it

I'ma wear my heart up on my sleeve
I'm just try'na be as honest as can be
Lets be real, you gotta party, you're from me
Guess I'm kinda like a father figure
Don't nobody make it awkward, here is me
And if this microphone was human, just struck an artery
I always been a little trouble, I'ma keep it on the real
I'm on my Jigga shit, you niggas ain't as hard as we
Ohh, goddamn, goddamn
I'm just out here executing my plan
Ain't too many that can do what I can (No you can't)
Happy I don't rap no better than the fans nigga
I ain't a rapper, I'm a father and a man nigga
I can't believe you niggas thought of me again nigga
Part of me just wanna see you rookies drown
Other part of me is hoping all of y'all can swim
I cannot deal with this fuckery
The devil working on me, try'na break a nigga down
Discussing me ever since everyone discovered me
My head is heavy try'na wear this motherfucking crown
Let me take a breath, bitch I'm back like I never left
And I been listening to Zepp, isolated by the ref
I ain't even finna shit, aye somebody cut the check
Nigga yeah

What did I do, go blind eye to the bull, get an eyeful
See the hate they abide to, need a rifle
See the height that it climb to, got 'em stifled
Talk 'bout it
What did I do but commit time to the craft
They don't like you, my advice is fuck off, they don't have to
Cause half of these niggas mad cause they know they can't act like you
Talk 'bout it

Talk 'bout it, talk 'bout it
Talk 'bout it, talk 'bout it