Talking To Myself
You know them drugs kill people
They bad for health
And them bitches only fucking you for wealth
And them niggas ain't yo niggas ain't yo dawgs
That be for real
I know some will take a bag to sell you out
Them boys ain't real
I'm talking to myself
Oh oh talking to myself
I'm talking bout myself
I'm talking bout my health
I'm talking bout my people
I'm talking bout my wealth
I hear screaming in my head
I use music as my meds
Talking to myself in my cell
It's just me myself in hell
I should be in for a lifetime
But see bronem didn't tell
They say I'm fake they say I changed
But ain't no one call on my cell
I can call niggas in jail
So if we blaming than I'm blaming you
Stop letting niggas come around
If they ain't really down to shoot
Fuck it if you ain't killing
I don't want you around me
I seen a coward shoot
Fuck it if you ain't sliding
I'll get my mask, gloves nigga I'll do it
And they say Ouu died with his gun
But houdini didn't have nun
I be tryna stay out the way man
I smoke dead guys got grey lungs
Momma she be talking bout my health
Lately I been talking to myself
You know them drugs kill people
They bad for health
And them bitches only fucking you for wealth
And them niggas ain't yo niggas ain't yo dawgs
That be for real
I know some will take a bag to sell you out
Them boys ain't real
I'm talking to myself
Oh oh talking to myself
I'm talking bout myself
I'm talking bout my health
I'm talking bout my people
I'm talking bout my wealth
They say you wouldn't grow
They said you wouldn't be shit
And now you bout to blow
They all attached like leeches
Thought you poured your pain away
But really it ain't leaving
Thought you popped your pain away
But really it ain't leaving
I ain't ask for all this shit
But still ain't ask god reasons
You don't have to ask for this
If your people make demons
My momma so cool sometimes I can't believe it
My pops he a G but switched his life for reasons
I don't need CAMH
I don't got schizophrenia
But when I'm talking to myself
Voice talk back I listen
I usually do shit on my ones
Just me on the mission
When I get geeked up off them drugs
Then I'm going missing
You know them drugs kill people
They bad for health
And them bitches only fucking you for wealth
And them niggas ain't yo niggas ain't yo dawgs
That be for real
I know some will take a bag to sell you out
Them boys ain't real
I'm talking to myself
Oh oh talking to myself
I'm talking bout myself
I'm talking bout my health
I'm talking bout my people
I'm talking bout my wealth
They bad for health
And them bitches only fucking you for wealth
And them niggas ain't yo niggas ain't yo dawgs
That be for real
I know some will take a bag to sell you out
Them boys ain't real
I'm talking to myself
Oh oh talking to myself
I'm talking bout myself
I'm talking bout my health
I'm talking bout my people
I'm talking bout my wealth
I hear screaming in my head
I use music as my meds
Talking to myself in my cell
It's just me myself in hell
I should be in for a lifetime
But see bronem didn't tell
They say I'm fake they say I changed
But ain't no one call on my cell
I can call niggas in jail
So if we blaming than I'm blaming you
Stop letting niggas come around
If they ain't really down to shoot
Fuck it if you ain't killing
I don't want you around me
I seen a coward shoot
Fuck it if you ain't sliding
I'll get my mask, gloves nigga I'll do it
And they say Ouu died with his gun
But houdini didn't have nun
I be tryna stay out the way man
I smoke dead guys got grey lungs
Momma she be talking bout my health
Lately I been talking to myself
You know them drugs kill people
They bad for health
And them bitches only fucking you for wealth
And them niggas ain't yo niggas ain't yo dawgs
That be for real
I know some will take a bag to sell you out
Them boys ain't real
I'm talking to myself
Oh oh talking to myself
I'm talking bout myself
I'm talking bout my health
I'm talking bout my people
I'm talking bout my wealth
They say you wouldn't grow
They said you wouldn't be shit
And now you bout to blow
They all attached like leeches
Thought you poured your pain away
But really it ain't leaving
Thought you popped your pain away
But really it ain't leaving
I ain't ask for all this shit
But still ain't ask god reasons
You don't have to ask for this
If your people make demons
My momma so cool sometimes I can't believe it
My pops he a G but switched his life for reasons
I don't need CAMH
I don't got schizophrenia
But when I'm talking to myself
Voice talk back I listen
I usually do shit on my ones
Just me on the mission
When I get geeked up off them drugs
Then I'm going missing
You know them drugs kill people
They bad for health
And them bitches only fucking you for wealth
And them niggas ain't yo niggas ain't yo dawgs
That be for real
I know some will take a bag to sell you out
Them boys ain't real
I'm talking to myself
Oh oh talking to myself
I'm talking bout myself
I'm talking bout my health
I'm talking bout my people
I'm talking bout my wealth
Credits
Writer(s): Josiah Fraser, Hoodbaby Peppa
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