Speak on It

You got a problem? Speak on it
Something to say? Speak on it
Excuse the hell out of me
I’m in the way, speak on it
You want my spot? speak on it
Want me to stop? Speak on it
Speak on it
I’m back at it again
I’m back at it, I’m back at it, I’m back at it again
I’m back at it, I’m back at it again
Yeah, alright, I’m back at it again
I’m back at it, I’m back at it, I’m back at it again
I’m back at it, I’m back at it again
Got a problem? Speak on it
I done came up in this rap game
Facts mane
Duck down nigga, we don’t give a motherfuck
Boy look over here I done fucked everything up
Everything I touch, gotta walk the line, that’ll be a rush
Never be somebody motherfucking crushed
You ain’t been about it, you ain’t one of us
Stitches in the mouth, high spitter lies
By his own friends, blood in his eyes
Blood in his clothes, blood on the ground
Reminiscing 'bout it, I could gun him down
I could hunt him down, run up on him, tell him
To move slow, don’t you make a fucking sound
But then again, what’s the point of that
Ain’t no going back, ain’t no rewinds
Thinking about it, this all declines
Kicking my feet up and I recline
Ain’t nothing shallow bout these deep lines
Please remind, who really riding with me?
Tell me about it, you got a problem with me
Devil be working, he really out to get me
The odds are shifty, who’s sliding with me?
Cause they proud to get me
You got a problem? Speak on it
Something to say? Speak on it
Excuse the hell out of me
I’m in the way, speak on it
You want my spot? speak on it
Want me to stop? Speak on it
Speak on it
I’m back at it again
I’m back at it, I’m back at it, I’m back at it again
I’m back at it, I’m back at it again
Yeah, alright, I’m back at it again
I’m back at it, I’m back at it, I’m back at it again
I’m back at it, I’m back at it again
Got a problem? Speak on it
Lost a lot of friends to these streets
Lost a lot of them to
I set the city on fire
Like Sodom and Gomorrah
I done seen the bottom where it’s torn up
And my poppy ain’t support us
And my mommy raised us, no help at all, to get through those college courses
So of course I don’t really give a fuck now
Gotta live it up, I was down on my luck
Everybody wanna run they mouths
And they think their opinions matter, but what you really done?
You ain’t done nada, you ain’t done nada
I been in the cities putting digits on the commas
With a couple bad women and they kissing and they calmin'
And they stripping and they boutta eat each other like domi
Uptown with Americanas
Chopping that work like Benihana’s
You ain’t talk money then we nevermind ya
I could put you in the space where they never find you like
Matalo, matalo, no pedi, but I know a Pa-ba-lo
She drop it low then she gon' wanna slow round in a circle like a helicopter
though, aye
Propelling me
To hover above all the jealousy
And all of the homies got felonies
We plead the fifth, or you tell on me
So there isn’t shit that you telling me
It’s changing my mind and compelling me
You try’na burn what I built to the ground
I’ma drag you to hell with me
You got a problem? Speak on it
Something to say? Speak on it
Excuse the hell out of me
I’m in the way, speak on it
You want my spot? speak on it
Want me to stop? Speak on it
Speak on it
I’m back at it again
I’m back at it, I’m back at it, I’m back at it again
I’m back at it, I’m back at it again
Yeah, alright, I’m back at it again
I’m back at it, I’m back at it, I’m back at it again
I’m back at it, I’m back at it again
Got a problem? Speak on it