Talk About It

I was broke, was strugglin
I recently lost a brother of mine, so
Thats, thats where that came from
I was in seek of revenge
Thats on my dead homie body
Ye aint bodied nothin
Thats on my dead homie body
And my body suffer
They say the suckers with the shit
But I aint seen shit
You could lost tomorrow
Bout some shit that dont mean shit
Jumped up off the porch and told my mama
'I dont need shit'
Ima bleed the pavement till Im paid
What you need click?
Free my lil brother , Huzzy Marcus for the 36
A bully actin fact that I be slappin till machine click
**** a deuce pap, Ill blap you with 33 stick
You and all them faggots that you be with, this P shit
Hit Stick Murder Squad, we dont be on defence
My bullet throwin offence, its silly tryna off shit
My brother looked to differ when I sinked him in the coffin
Told him that I got him, I visit that nigga often
Bowkey, four nickel on my daily till I lost it
Keepin hunnids, I just lost the location where I tossed it
Slumpin after spunky, till he run it like a fosset
I pray it aint no tape, just yellow tape with the Caution
Flockin with the shooter game, follow my banger posse
Google my goon body names, they all facin homis
We aint atemmptin to tempt this when we be yankin wallies
I try curl a nigga up if he aint straight with Mozzy
I aint gotta tell thecrew, cause Im gangsta Mozzy
And disapprove of any motive if it aint the Mozzy
Suckas gettin dudded out like they aint nobody
Thats cause they aint nobody
cause they aint got no bodies
Thats on my dead homies body
And my body suffer
Thats on my dead homies body
Ye aint bodied nothin