Gossip

Ugh, you know

It's really beautiful out here if you think about it (it's nice, it's real good, really good)

Oh, did you hear that? (No)

Oh fuck, this can't be right

Hear this, here they go again

They-they really think they hard; but they ain't

They really think they cool; but they ain't

They really think they nice; but they ain't

Yeah, yeah

Okay, I'm on 53 soldiers ain't on my own

Had to prone In my city these homies wanna get it on

But it was just my paranoia these homies don't gotta bone

Man, I learned my only struggle was my gossiping on the phone

Lord knows that I've been tripping and I've been struggling with pride

I think everything's about me but I'm pushed to the side

Boy, I'm real young man, I played some Z than I cried man

Jesus the only the reason I'll see them gates on that side

Now please don't blap where my homies at Big ol' Cracker Jack

That's wrap, that's hundred back

And I ain't no quarterback, now that's a plaque

Keeping it hundred a stack

'Cause I can't run it back I'll hold them racks

And we ain't in the cut where my homie where at

Better drop in gritty

Kick rocks in the city

Better drop in gritty

Kick rocks in the city

Better drop in gritty

Kick rocks in the city

Better drop in gritty

Kick rocks in the city

Ay, slipping, gripping, pouring, come pick me up

Anything I do, baby, just to feel enough

I was kissing and smitten all problems for a dub

Now I drop a couple bags with a prayer for some love

Boy, fake with a dope, boy

Hanging with a note, boy

Begging for a cope, boy, hate it when I show, boy

Baby, no check that I'd sell to put it on

Gimme a grip and a psalm I'll take ya home

Bouncing off a check from the top of my neck

Boy been talking 'bout my set

Gain a loss in respect

I was never really met with a dawg I would kept

But now I'm rough around the net, always barking at threads for real

Talk back, talk back, what?

Talk back, talk back, what?

Talk back, talk back, what?

Talk back, talk back, what?

Better drop in gritty

Kick rocks in the city

Better drop in gritty

Kick rocks in the city

Better drop in gritty

Kick rocks in the city

Better drop in gritty

Kick rocks in the city

Uh, I was backyard kicking

Been tripping tryna get my digits up

I ain't had the best of luck

When I was younger I was stuck up in my ways

Tryna figure out my place with my father yellin' at me

"Boy, you gotta make some plays"

Ion need luck I just keep my rosary tucked

Let a couple prayers fly with my players in the cut

Folks doin' all the talkin'

At 'em shows I'm still gon' hide

Feelin' anxious in the lobby but these hits will make you jump

Better drop in gritty

Kick rocks in the city

Better drop in gritty

Kick rocks in the city

Better drop in gritty

Kick rocks in the city

Better drop in gritty

Kick rocks in the city