[Crypt:] I was gone for a minute, but I’m back and got some things to say People talking ’bout me but they talking ’bout the same old things They worry ’bout my day and they worry ’bout my life If they talk behind my back it just means that they’re all behind Now let ’em talk Let ’em talk Let ’em talk Let ’em talk
This gon’ be the last time I address this ‘Cause, quite frankly, I’m gettin’ pissed off Wanna be the bad guy on my hit list ‘Cause his shit don’t get no talk So he wants to put his name in my mouth Boy, you better sit down Man’s mad he’s performing for an empty house, but I sold it out My mama always told me that jealousy wears a face In the face of adversary, then verses would come my way But just ignore it, keep it sore, and leave them sore in the face They ain’t important, you’re worth more than their entire estate So just sit back and laugh at they ass Keep on stackin’ that cash Let ’em talk if it’ll get ’em off With these features, means they’ll get mad They just put what you got and refuse what you did to top ’em So the only option that they gonna rock with is to keep on talkin’ While you keep on walkin’ So let ’em talk! I was gone for a minute, but I’m back and got some things to say If you’re gonna keep on talkin’ behind my back Then I’m gonna do great things in your face If you’re gonna focus on my career Than it appears you’re the one to blame That your gonna be in my shadow, half-sewn Starin’ at my backbone and asshole You know it’s a fact bro, that I’m that dope Rap circles around you like I’m a lasso Went from rags to riches You just sit back and bitchin’ Like if you keep babblin’, I’mma feel bad and give yo’ ass commission But I have no sympathy for you, I don’t care about the shit that you been through You only care about me When it’s something you need and it’s so convenient for you Then you get up on the internet and act like I left you a tale And everybody that don’t want it blew up And forget about my friends and forget about my fans And forget about everybody that helped me get to the top Then I’m a selfish motherfucker that don’t deserve what I got But now I’m happy that I never brought you along If this is how you act when your homies get on Bro, you always gonna be alone
I was gone for a minute, but I’m back and got some things to say People talking ’bout me but they talking ’bout the same old things They worry ’bout my day and they worry ’bout my life If they talk behind my back it just means that they’re all behind Now let ’em talk Let ’em talk Let ’em talk Let ’em talk
[GAWNE:] Should I let ’em talk? Never, nah, y’all are more corny than ethanol I got no patience for Twitter tweeting If we really beefin’, then I pull up with a weapon drawn Came in this bitch like a wrecking ball Using my pistol and uzi like do-do-do-do-do-do Matter of time ‘fore they set me off I am becomin’ a villain when I kill ’em like Venemal (vrrm, skrrt) Pull up to the fuckin’ murder scene Dead body with the flies buzzin’ like a worker bee So much uncertainty There is sure to be some absurdity With the witnesses, it occurred to me If they’re squealing, then I’ll be servin’ like 300 years in the pen So I’m never gon’ let ’em talk, keep it with friends But I fear it’s nearin’ the end, I got demons appearin’ again Everything I am searin’ the pen to the paper The lyrics offend every person who’s hearing it They’re in defense I’ve been cheerin’ against this American cancel culture, fuckin’ arrogance Shit has been wearin’ me, then it’s embarrassin’ Treatin’ like I am a terrorist I’mma go veer in the ben As I’m steering the bens Until I rear into a dear It’s a miracle I was carrying left ‘Cause I had a few beers of appearance All these motherfuckers droppin’ me to drinking And they heads be thinkin’ all the stress I’m dealin’ with Has barely got clingin’ onto winnin’ All my odds are shrinkin’ There is not an inkling of hope I don’t really wan to see no internet trolls Tellin’ me I’ll never be dope Or every beat I kill so cold Will bust flow ’til I rip muscle Real hustle, when I get up in the stu with the real ones And spill blood ’cause I’m still cutthroat Until the day I woulda make it, I’mma be a renegade And tell the haters I’m never gonna emulate ’em (brr) Crypt and I make green paper We live a life you could never, dog Meme makers are weak haters, they’re unhappy and already lost R.I.P. as I cremate ’em, you hot flashin’ like menopause Give a fuck about a little chump, middle finger up as I let ’em talk
[Crypt:] I was gone for a minute, but I’m back and got some things to say People talking ’bout me but they talking ’bout the same old things They worry ’bout my day and they worry ’bout my life If they talk behind my back it just means that they’re all behind Now let ’em talk