Quitter Talk

People in the comment section are saying that they're not a fan of the beat, so they ain't gonna do the cypher this week I call that quitter talk I'm a seller, I'm a hustler, I'm a schemin' motherfucker Porked your sister, beat your brother, went ahead and smashed your mother On some Kauzum did it, fuckin' snitches need a pot to piss in Keep my friends like my cousins, know them from a distance I'm a G from the suburbs, live for the summers If I ever get shelved, I won't expire in the cupboard And I tried rapping trends, takin' pills to be talented Ended up as the shit, cause the pills laxatives Relaxing when it's hustle time, grind whenever I decide Body all these rappers, but they takin' out their own lives Gettin' so much flack for makin' fun of fuckin' suicide I'd rather be the do before you ever go and see me die Cause people too offended need to go and make some homies Instead of sayin' they and them, actin' so bitch made I'd pick a tune of mine, and we'd dance man ole They need to take a joke man, and stop actin' so lame