King-ISO - What They Say lyrics

Verse 1 (Iso) Taking another trip into my enemy's region, bet you when I leave a n***a stilla' be breathin When I put the iron to a mental ward I leave creases, wolfin about that gun talk when mine don't speak English This dawg is imported, your life not important Enforces sick forces, pitch fork to stick corpses (whoop) And I'm burning the body like lit torches, this warning symptom like newspapers this mornin' b**h warmin n***as that I'm peepin actin like they really in a gang b**h I been insane, been the same ever since I came Personality I got a million and a mental state, Ima need a spito that can take up over 50 states To get away from what I feel, f** friends they're never real Know him and I wanna k**, munchin bills like what's appeal? s*uts on my Facebook like cute but he's creepy, heard he got a big dick but then click then delete me Motivated like geazy, k**a 101 sh** Cereal in front of it no cinnamon toast crunch b**h Anybody in my city got a problem with me n***a they can come get, their a** whooped on GP like prison once you come in f** them, I be on my I-S-O sh** Nobody to drink with, nobody to smoke with Who I trust? Go fish Murder anybody talkin like they know me get they throat slit, like the movie Ghost Ship Focused, on me being such a f**in nuisance You rappers need to hang it up with bunch of f**in nooses Dueces, can't nobody touch me plus producin You bang from your computer that's why you have trouble shootin, stupid! Never will I bump these n***as, you wanna meet the devil well then come see n***as Leave your baby mama slumped up in your front seat n***as, middle finger to the haters like f** these n***as, brain Hook (Iso) What they say about me? What they say they gonna do what they say it's gonna be? Who they say they gonna shoot? I ain't worried bout a thing homie that's on me (x4) Got my middle finger up like f** what they say (x4) Verse 2 (Jay Crazii) Homie that's on me, hella dedicated I got education but I never got no degree Walkin around the block a n***a just puffin upon the ganja Thinkin about the problems that I had and I just wonder Would it really be considered karma if I ran up on em? Choppin the motherf**ers up into pieces, when I meet em Jeffrey Dama Ima haunt ya Catch somebody schemin, know I'm with it Never lose my pivot I be focused on a mission, switch up your rhythm you gotta give em different sh** Hit em with venom you gotta catch a victim quick, split em inject em with some of that sick sh** Givin the wicked the visions of artists who really live it Speaking the truth up in the booth, tell me what you gonna do Checkin em off, breakin em off, linin em up, takin em down, takin a loss, provin em wrong, with every song Droppin the motherf**in bomb's like Sadaam on n***as, steppin up out of the whip I'm too calm on these n***as Jay Crazii is underrated, you say my name and start to hesitate it n***as only hit you up when they need a verse Send a track I send it right back in a hearse My illacrity capacity is reaching to your faculty The anatomy of my insanity is rapidly increasing, it could be a tragedy Hit em with a diabolical catastrophical logical, it's in my f**in molecules Pathological it's undeniable you're unreliable leave you unidentifiable, I am not liable For your lack of survival you're in deniable, it's undescribable how much I despise of you But to do a ride through, catch a n***a trippin slippin with his b**h at the motherf**in drive thru Hook (Iso) What they say about me? What they say they gonna do what they say it's gonna be? Who they say they gonna shoot? I ain't worried bout a thing homie that's on me (x4) Got my middle finger up like f** what they say (x4)