Talk, Pt. 2 lyrics

[Verse 1]
Uh
Talking to this mic help (Yes)
Woke up from a dream that my wife left (Damn)
Get on Instagram and swipe left to death
The mic never runs out of breath
The world is a toy or a tool
Every individual gets to choose
I make up my third option
You living in a fly society where we into bird chopping
We copping green like I cop kicks
Unexpected like when birds drop sh*t
I’m fly dog [?]
Unhealthy like jogging with chips
Should have knocked harder when the f*cking door was clipped
n*ggas watch me more than b*tches
I don’t watch TV so if it’s beef then it’s more than stitches
Rappers gotta learn to speak to the mic
Before they rant and rave about somebody’s life

[Chorus]
Tried to talk myself out the situation
But all that led to was big hating, sh*t
I even tried to talk to my wife
But that sh*t didn’t work so I talk to this mic, f*ck
I gotta make me some moves
I can’t talk to you, I talk to the booth
Talk to the keys, talk to snares, talk to the bass
sh*t ain’t fair when it smack you in your face
sh*t
[Verse 2]
Chicago is a hating city so it raised me gritty
And all the thot hoes ain’t pretty (Baby)
Compared to other towns this a lame city
But for the right people
At the last minute the pain in my got me healing fast
Make me wanna cop the Henny fast
[?]
I take everlasting jabs
The moment of truth
You try to play it’s the omen of youth
And you and the coma cahoots
[?] the pursuit
Since I can’t talk to the human race
You say nothing after I ask “What you do today?”
Music lay down on food like a plate
They always distracted with a phone in their face
sh*t, I should smack it out of your hands
Blam your fam, smack you back inside of your dad’s plan
To get your momma popped off by f*cking her raw
You talk more out your ass than your jaw

[Chorus]
Tried to talk myself out the situation
But all that led to was big hating, sh*t
I even tried to talk to my wife
But that sh*t didn’t work so I talk to this mic, f*ck
I gotta make me some moves
I can’t talk to you, I talk to the booth
Talk to the keys, talk to snares, talk to the bass
sh*t ain’t fair when it smack you in your face
sh*t
[Verse 3]
No more talk, I’m all action
Rapping, it’s the only way I talk to people
All humans on the Earth, well I don’t walk with people (Naw)
It’s not my fault I’m evil (Mmm)
n*ggas tried to slander my name
Make a mother f*cker lie me pull out cannon and game
(Hey where that Victor?)
Nev-uary (Naw)
n*ggas said they killed me and we still ain’t seen the obituary
Everything is awkward again
All because of how I talk with this pen, mother f*cker
Me and pen and pad been having sex lately (Yeah)
No prophylactics going crazy

[Outro]
f*cking snapping man
I don’t need to talk to people
What do people do for you, huh?
I know what this mic do for me
It do a lot man
n*ggas yap about Vic Spencer all f*cking day n*gga
What the f*ck does that do for you my n*gga
Huh
Are you f*cking crazy?