Husalah - Talk It Out lyrics

[Intro: Husalah] You know what I'm sayin'? Ay, yo man, sometimes I be feelin' crazy man You know what I'm sayin'? I don't know if n***as be havin' the same feelin's I be havin' man You know what I'm sayin'? You know, five,si..., five, six, seven in the morning man Fresh off of 24 man I'm just a young n***a man You know Look what my life done turned into [Verse 1: Husalah] Yo I make music for k**as that make music Show em' how to come ill, the art of the crack deal It's what I mastered in my young days of hustlin', mane f**ing b**hes, stomping snitches, clockin' riches Burning rubber, cooking work That was nice, Mob Figaz dropped, I was in the 10th grade, that was nice Not quite enough for me to stop mixing white So I kept groovin', young Felix kept moving Next thing you know, I was 17 holding units, hella cream stackin' stupid Hella b**hes, oral s** dummy dickless Never f** em, just get s** take them from they n***as On the tuck, outta state baby dumping chickens Feel the bombshell drop of my life, damn G got murdered This is not the life man, I'm just a young n***a man [Chorus: Carpenters - Rainy Days And Mondays Sample] No need to talk it out [x8] [Verse 2: Husalah] If your life was... Yo, yo If your life was like mine and you was slightly out ya' mind Kept a cannon every time on the spot, dumb grind Pull so many 24's your cla**mates can't see you I'm sliced at the ball game, cla**mates can't beat me Waste your whole young life with the dope fiend people That crowned you king cause you had mix and you kept it lit Ain't seen the sun in weeks, I'm on my way home Moms on her way to work, b**hes on they way to school Laughing at ya' boy cause my outfit is filthy, I'm stacking Sooner or later the same b**hes will feel me, what's happenin'? Swangin' 8's at lunch time, Zapco slappin' Young n***a stacking, s**a busts, I'm clapping Run towards the magnum, nah n***a choppas Helicopters of life fly them just to revive them So he can think he that ill and get k**ed Tryna' test the real deal, schitzo bout his scrill Crips won't make me feel bigger than life Yoking in the mob shot living the life I wish my n***a Dose a Dose survive them shots So he can be back with his company loose, huggin' the block We miss you [Chorus: Carpenters - Rainy Days And Mondays Sample] No need to talk it out [x8] [Verse 3: Husalah] Realest n***as in American n***a This verse is for the current time, the bottom line is I had to pay for all them years I was shining 2003, they caught your boy grinding Federal case, that's outta state, 13 cakes Best friend turned snitch, told the whole sh** Had me on one, on the run, layin' low I was tucked in the Rich and docked in the O' I can't forget about my Hunter's Point era I was running from the feds in the hottest block in America man That's how I know I'm ill, my cousin Ray is real I love how you kept ya' cousin safe, everyday I think about the future My lil seed and Lil Ray Young L, Big Rome I'm in the zone, 15 months it's nothing, I'll be right back A real n***a stand silent, caught in the traps The only pain still in my heart is for my n***a Freako One love to my brother Mike fighting the murder beef, n***a [Chorus: Carpenters - Rainy Days And Mondays Sample] No need to talk it out [x8]