Talk About It

I was broke, I was struggling
I recently lost a brother of mine so that’s, that’s where that came from
I was in seek of revenge
I saw my dead homie body, he ain’t body nuttin'
That’s on my dead homie body, I’ma body somethin'
They say the suckers with the shit but I ain’t seen shit
You could lose tomorrow 'bout some shit that don’t mean shit
Jumped up off the porch and told my momma «I'on need shit»
I’ma bleed the payments 'til I’m paid, what you need clique?
Free my lil' brother, Marcus, for the three six
A bully actin' fat, they’ll be slappin' to machine click
Fuck a deuce, I’ll blap you with .33 stick
You and all them faggots that you be with, this pee shit
Hit stick murder squad, we’on’t be on defence
My bullet throwin' office, it’s silly tryna off shit
My brother looked different when I seen him in the coffin
Told him that «I got him», I visit that nigga often
on me daily, 'til I lost it
Keepin' hundreds, I just lost the location where I tossed it
Slumpin' ' 'til he run it like a faucet
I’m prayin' they don’t tape, just yellow tape with the caution
Flockin' with the shooter gang, posse
Google my goon body names, they all facin' homi’s
We ain’t attempting attempted’s when we be yanking wally’s
I’m tryna curl a nigga up if he ain’t straight with Mozzy
I ain’t gotta tell the crew 'cause I’ma gangster Mozzy
And disapprove of any motive if it ain’t the Mozzy
Suckers gettin' dirted out like there ain’t nobody
That’s cause there ain’t nobody
'Cause they ain’t got no bodies
I saw my dead homie body, I’ma body somethin'
I saw my dead homie body, you ain’t body nothin'