Hell Talk - Mozzy, Tsu Surf

Car full of demons, I’m with them niggas

That don’t give fuck about nothin' rollin'

Clutchin' holdin', 16 and dead had his summer stolen

Block runners, tryna line a opposite from block numbers

Niggas tell, be up on your Q’s 'bout them cop lovers

Ride nigga, boy it be a motive when we slide nigga

Slippin' when we trippin', hit 'bout 4 out of them 5 niggas

One rule: you just shoot 'til it stop

We used to ride past the wake, made funerals stop

Called Mozzy «ay Cuz, yo you boolin or not?»

I put in work with Blood homies, we had mutual opps

Was up passin' poison packs to the zombies

10 for a verse cool but I got 40 for a body

Mama know I’m bangin', I don’t wanna worry her

She don’t wanna bury me and I don’t wanna bury her

You can lie but you feel it when you alone boy

Wanna fuck her but I shot her baby father homeboy

Small world, it was kitchen whippin' sessions, all girl

You ain’t got no homies, who supposed to be you pallbearers?

Small world, it was kitchen whippin' sessions, all girl

You ain’t got no homies, who supposed to be you pallbearers?

Make the wrong turn and that’s your ass

Pull extensions out the bag

Boolin', bangin' and flags

Shooters beggin' for cash, got him soon as he splash

Brother need a new suit, trial comin' up fast

Wildin' doin' the dash, I’m bangin' corners with Surf

My first 50,000 was counterfeits and it worked

Counterfeits for the work, my lawyer challengin' verdicts

Brother booked on a homi, lil body off

20s, 50s, and 30s, usually what 40 holdin'

Tweakers threw us the rental, slithered until he stole it

Mentally wasn’t focused

Spiritually I was broken

True believer in Karma, I sleep with my eyes open

Ain’t no love and I promise Mama I got it

Put insurance on your partner

Or die and come out of pocket

Never considered college

G.E.D from the county

Watched us come up from nothin'

They mad we did it without it

They mad we did it without it