The Talk lyrics

Dear Rap let’s take a walk
So you and I can have a little talk
Word is you ain’t doing well
Well I’ll be damned that makes two of us
I made plans for the two of us
f*ck a minivan I want a tour bus
Oh you don’t want that, you’re through with us??
How bout I kill us both bet that’d blew us up
I mean blow us up
I’m screwing up like every day I’m rude as f*ck
To the wrong people like I’ve gone evil
Think I harbor demons that’s true as f*ck
Who would joke on that?
You’re a joke on tracks
You’d get killed by the sh*t that I ghost on tracks
Y’all don’t even know half the sh*t I wrote on tracks
But time’ll tell wеll sh*t least I’m hoping that
Now these pricks want a dollar I ain’t wrotе em back
And these chicks wanna holla I ain’t wrote em back
But please forgive me
I’ve been busy taking romantic walks down railroad tracks… Aaah!!
Now I lost my train of thought
Walking aimlessly in this trailer park
And no I ain’t in 8 Mile
And no I ain’t wearing no painted smile
He sounds like NF but’s saying MF a effing lot was that a effing shot?
Well I don’t effing know but I’m the next to blow so kiss my ass b*tch XO
All my ex’s know I’m the nicest guy
Til you cross the line then the white in my eyes
Goes pitch black and I blackout and that’s not rap b*tch that’s life
That’s last night that’s every day
I’m a basket case bout to catch a case
If one more rapper on Facebook tags my name in sh*t
You dropped a song… Wow congratulations
I don’t give a f*ck
I don’t listen to it
I don’t rap to make f*cking friends b*tch
I don’t rap to make f*cking ends b*tch
I rap my life until it f*cking ends b*tch
(Wow you got issues)
Yea no sh*t they been saying that since a snot-nose
Taken every test but they do not know
What the f*cks wrong so I jot flows
Then I jot more like a lot more behind locked doors only God knows
Thoughts I hold but do not expose
Tie a knot in ropes by adios
Now I lost my way in life
I say I am but I ain’t alright
How I’m supposed to be a role model?
When I don’t read my own Bible
No way ain’t another motherf*cker like me
Go away I don’t give a f*ck if y’all like me
Don’t play show up to your show like fight me
Bite me y’all already do it when I’m writing
Ok I am all done with being silent
Ok either that or I’ma get violent
Foreplay f*ck that I’ma just dive in
Cuz I’ve been quiet a long f*cking time man
And I ain’t gonna wait no more I ain’t gotta make no more
Music got enough piled up I could make a store
And you ain’t gonna take no more cuz I ain’t gonna take no more
f*cksh*t done with these crumbs on my plate no more
Mr. Nice Guy I been calm long enough
Don’t believe me feel free to call my bluff
But believe me ya need to call 911
So police on the scene cuz I don’t run
Y’all don’t want no f*cking part of me
The art I bleed is arguably the heart that needs
To start to beat for y’all to see that hard emcees are not deceased just call on Mesus
Cuz I been sent here to save rap cuz the grave has it’s grip on it
sh*t I mean it’s grip on you for a minute I forgot who I’s talking to
Cuz lately I’ve had chats with God
About these voices but they haven’t stopped
Can’t tell if it’s helping to rap or not
I guess I’ll know when the album drops