HUSALAH - Talk It Out lyrics

Yo I make music for killas that make music

Show dem how to come ill the art of the crack deal

Is what I mastered in my young days of huslin mane

Fucking bitches, stomping snitches, plotting riches

Burning rubber, cooking work, that was life

Mob Figaz's drop I was in the 10th grade, dat was nice

Not quite enough for me to stop mixing white

So I kept grooving, young Felix kept moving

Next thing u know I was 17 holding units hella cream stacking stupid

Hella bitches, oral sex dumb ridiculous

Never fuck em jus get sucked take them from they niggas

On the tuck outta state baby dumping chickens

Feel the bombshell dropped on my life, dang she got murdered

This is not the life man, I'm just a young nigga man

No need to talk it out

If ya life was like mine and u was slightly out ya mind

Kept a cannon every time on the spot, dumb grind

With so many 24's the classmates can't see me

I'm sliced at the ball game classmates can't beat me

Waist my whole young life, with the dopefeind people

That crowned u king cus u had mix and u kept it lit

Ain't seen the sun in weeks, I'm on my way home

Moms on they way to work, bitches on they way to school

Laughing at ya boy cus my outfit is filthy I'm stacking

Sooner or later the same bitches will feel me what's happenin?

Swangin 8's at lunch time zap go slapping

Young nigga stacking sucka butts I'm clapping

Run towards the magnum, naw nigga choppas

Helicopters of life fly them just to revive them

So he can think he that ill and get killed

Tryna touch a real deal schitzo bout his scrill

Crips won't make me feel bigga than life

Yoking in the mob shot living the life

I wish my nigga Dose a Dose survive them shots

So he can be back with his cutty louis huggin the block

We miss you

This verse is for the current time the bottom line is

I had to pay for all them years I was shinning

2003 they caught ya'll boy grinding federal case that's outta state 13 cakes

Bestfriend turned snitch told the whole shit

Had me on one, on the run ranging low

I was tucked in the Rich and docked in the O

I can't forget about my Hunter's Point era

I was running from the feds in the hottest block in America man

That's how I know I'm I'll my cousin Ray is real

I love how ya kept ya cousin safe everyday

I think about the future

My lil seed and Lil Ray

Young L, Big Rome I'm in the zone 15 months it's nothing, I'll be right back

A real nigga stand silent, crawl in the traps

The only pain still in my heart is for my nigga Freako

One love to my brother Mike fighting the murder beef, nigga

Thanks to xav for correcting these lyrics