Sicka Talkin’

[Chorus: Zae The Philosopher]
No I don't fuck with too many niggas
Posted up smoking with gritty niggas
No cigs got me feeling shitty nigga
You'll probably swing but won't hit me nigga
Forgot 'bout a show
Forgot 'bout a shoot
Forgot 'bout my ho
Forgot 'bout my group
I just needed space let me breathe breathe breathe
Stuck in my ways tryna leave leave leave

[Verse 1: Zae The Philosopher]
This shit too easy
Lowkey feel greedy
Yo bitch get high quick
Wake up like Z'd
Wake up like he need
That's a joke bro
Fuck around probably hang 'em by the rope, dope
Lowkey I heard you ain't got no ho's
Had to cut a couple off got to much shows
All my niggas cutthroat
If it ain't 'bout a buck I don't give a fuck
'Cause I don't get cuts for a little bust

[Chorus: Zae The Philosopher]
No I don't fuck with too many niggas
Posted up smoking with gritty niggas
No cigs got me feeling shitty nigga
You'll probably swing but won't hit me nigga
Forgot 'bout a show
Forgot 'bout a shoot
Forgot 'bout my ho
Forgot 'bout my group
I just needed space let me breathe breathe breathe
Stuck in my ways tryna leave leave leave

[Verse 2: Blue November]
Burned up all my bridges and I smoked the residue
Just me, my girl, my homies, and some fans who think we cool ooh
All my shit premeditated stored inside these loops
Don't want your fucking blunt I'm chilling sipping on some brew
This road is so atrocious, more ferocious out the zoo
Surrounded by these animals, commotion for the loot
'Cause ain't shit else to do, seen a nigga live a boof
Hoopties peaking out the roof
Lay 'em flat proceed to route

[Chorus: Zae The Philosopher]
No I don't fuck with too many niggas
Posted up smoking with gritty niggas
No cigs got me feeling shitty nigga
You'll probably swing but won't hit me nigga
Forgot 'bout a show
Forgot 'bout a shoot
Forgot 'bout my ho
Forgot 'bout my group
I just needed space let me breathe breathe breathe
Stuck in my ways tryna leave leave leave