Certain Things (feat. 38 Spesh)

Certain things you don't talk about, get ready Take this bread, stack it, try not to get your head blasted Keep your circle small, avoid the fed rackets My man's high inside his house with like ten ratchets No social media, that's who I send that shit I'm on the phone with the bae, I'm like send that shit Bro's old celly owns a block, I'm about to rent that shit You can't hate on a man for putting food out When you begging for a plate and your bitch is putting you out And your op's got a new house, new car, and there you are About to hit the block mad, trying to do more But he who does the most, soon becomes a ghost And the deadly situations help you figure out who you are You told went home, came back on a new charge They gon' stab you, you go to Christian service or Jumar Caught you in the sally port, said they owed you a few more Sixty days ad sake, majors told you to cool off Told my tree plug I wish you grew more He said I grew plenty, but I ain't fucking with anybody who move raw People hating bro, that's just a rumor I swear I don't f*ck with that white girl, like Dr. Umar In this life there's certain things you don't talk about Just know the money's what it's all about Cause over here, they walk em down and chalk em out Certain things you don't talk about So keep your fucking mouth shut homie I gotta know, or you gotta go Can you keep your mouth shut for me? I gotta know, or you gotta go Now if you get locked up, don't talk to jailhouse rodents They use your words as a get out token He got found dead with his mouth open Cause when he got round feds, he was outspoken You don't know nothing about motion You ain't have coke in the drought, or folks in the south You was close to the couch, sitting broke in your house Then you backdoored your man and broke in his house Y'all corny as shit, 40 and sick You would think y'all would switch when maturity hit Even when I was poor, I was morally rich Loyalty is at the top of my priority list See my story is lit, it's based off real life You rap, and you rat, got a deal twice Huh, shout out to my real rights That build stripes from killing all the grass snakes and field mice As far as rapping, I'm still nice I'm talking about re-rapping bricks That's my real vice, gets you killed for a little price A deal price, my shooters so young that they steal bikes Cause this life is certain things you don't talk about Just know the money's what it's all about Cause over here, they walk em down and chalk em out Certain things you don't talk about So keep your fucking mouth shut homie I gotta know, or you gotta go Can you keep your mouth shut for me?