What They Say

Verse 1 (Iso) Taking another trip into my enemy's region, bet you when I leave a nigga's cellar be breathin When I put the iron to a meadow water leave creases, wolfin about that gun talk when I don't speak English This dawg is imported, you're like not important Enforce a sick forces, pitch fork a stick corpses (whoop) And I'm burning the body like lit torches, this warning symptom like newspapers this mornin bitch warmin Niggas that I'm peepin actin like they really in a gang Bitch I been insane, been the same ever since I came Personality I got a million and a mental state, Ima need a spito that can take up over 50 states To get away from what I feel, fuck friends none never real Know him and I wanna kill, munchin bills like what's appeal? Sluts on my Facebook like cute but he's creepy, heard he got a big dick but then click then delete me Motivated like geazy, killer 101 shit Cereal in front of it no cinnamon toast crunch bitch Anybody in my city got a problem with me nigga they can come get, their ass whooped on gp like prison once you come in Fuck them, I be on my I-S-O shit Nobody to drink with, nobody to smoke with Who I trust? Go fish Murder anybody talkin like they know me get to throw slit, like the movie Ghost Ship Focused, on me being such a fuckin nuisance You rappers need to hang it up with bunch of fuckin nooses Dueces, can't nobody touch me plus producin You beg from your computer that's why you have trouble shootin, stupid Never will I bump these niggas, you wanna meet the devil well then come see niggas Leave your baby mama slumped up in your front seat niggas, middle finger to the haters like fuck these niggas, brain Hook (Iso) What they say about me? What they say they gonna do what they say it's gonna be? Who they say they gonna shoot? I ain't worried bout a thing homie that's on me (x4) Got my middle finger up like fuck what they say (x4) Verse 2 (Jay Crazii) Homie that's on me, hella dedicated I got education but I never got no degree Walkin around the block a nigga just puffin upon the ganja Thinkin about the problems that I had and I just wonder Would it really be considered karma if I ran up on em? Choppin the motherfuckers up into pieces, when I meet em Jeffrey Dama Ima haunt ya Catch somebody schemin, know I'm with it Never lose my pivot I be focused on a mission, switch up your rhythm you gotta give em different shit Hit em with venom you gotta catch a victim quick, split em inject em with some of that sick shit Givin the wicked the visions of artists who really live it Speaking the truth up in the booth, tell me what you gonna do Checkin em off, breakin em off, linin em up, takin em down, takin a loss, provin em wrong, with every song Droppin the motherfuckin bomb's like Sadaam on niggas, steppin up out of the whip I'm too calm on these niggas Jay Crazii is underrated, you say my name and start to hesitate it niggas only hit you up when they need a verse Send a track I send it right back in a hearse My illacrity capacity is reaching to your faculty The anatomy of my insanity is rapidly increasing, it could be a tragedy Hit em with a diabolical catastrophical logical, it's in my fuckin molecules Pathological it's undeniable you're unreliable leave you unidentifiable, I am not liable For your lack of survival you're in deniable, it's undescribable how much I despise of you But to do a ride through, catch a nigga trippin slippin with his bitch at the motherfuckin drive thru Hook (Iso) What they say about me? What they say they gonna do what they say it's gonna be? Who they say they gonna shoot? I ain't worried bout a thing homie that's on me (x4) Got my middle finger up like fuck what they say (x4)