Talk It Out

[Intro: Husalah]
You know what I'm sayin'?
Aye, yo man, sometimes I be feelin' crazy man
You know what I'm sayin'?
I don't know if niggas be havin' the same feelins I be havin' man
You know what I'm sayin'?
You know, five,si..., five, six, seven in the morning man
Fresh off of 24 man
I'm just a young nigga man, you know
Look what my life done turned into

[Verse 1: Husalah]
Yo
I make music for killas that make music
Show em' how to come ill, the art of the crack deal
It's what I mastered in my younger days of hustlin', mayne
Fucking bitches, stomping snitches, clockin' riches
Burning rubber, cooking work, that was life
Mob Figaz dropped, I was in the 10th grade, that was nice
Not quite enough for me to stop mixing white
So I kept groovin', young Felix kept moving
Next thing you know, I was 17 holding units, hella cream stackin' stupid
Hella bitches, oral sex dumb ridiculous
Never fuck em, just get sucked, take them from they niggas
On the tuck, outta state baby dumping chickens
Then the bombshell dropped on my life, damn G got murdered
This is not the life man, I'm just a young nigga man

[Chorus]
No need to talk it out
No need to talk it out
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[Verse 2: Husalah]
If your life was...
Yo, yo
If your life was like mine and you was slightly out ya' mind
Kept a cannon every time, on the spot, dumb grind
Pull so many 24's your classmates can't see you
I'm sliced at the ball game, classmates can't beat me
Waste your whole young life with the dope fiend people
That crowned you king cause you had mix and you kept it lit
Ain't seen the sun in weeks, I'm on my way home
Moms on her way to work, bitches on they way to school
Laughing at ya' boy cause my outfit is filthy, I'm stacking
Sooner or later the same bitches'll feel me, what's happenin'?
Swangin' 8's at lunch time, Zapco slappin'
Young nigga stacking, sucka bucks, I'm clapping
Run towards the magnum, nah nigga choppas
Helicopters of life fly them just to revive them
So he can think he back ill and get killed
Tryna' test the real deal, schitzo 'bout his scrill
Crip smoke make me feel bigger than life
Yokin' in the mob shot living the life
I wish my nigga Dose a Dose survive them shots
So he can be back with his company loose, huggin' the block
We miss you

[Chorus]
No need to talk it out
No need to talk it out
No need to talk it out
No need to talk it out
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No need to talk it out
No need to talk it out

[Verse 3: Husalah]
Realest niggas in American nigga
This verse is for the current time, the bottom line is
I had to pay for all them years I was shining
2003, they caught your boy grindin'
Federal case, that's outta state, 13 cakes
Best friend turned snitch, told the whole shit
Had me on one, on the run, layin' low
I was tucked in the Rich and docked in the O'
I can't forget about my Hunter's Point era
I was running from the Feds in the hottest block in America man
That's how I know I'm ill, my cousin Ray is real
I love how you kept ya' cousin safe, everyday I think about the future my lil seed and Lil Ray
Young L, Big Rome I'm in the zone, 15 months it's nothing, I'll be right back
A real nigga stand solid, caught in the trap
The only pain still in my heart is for my nigga Freako
One love to my brother Mike Mike fighting the murder beef, nigga

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No need to talk it out
No need to talk it out
No need to talk it out
No need to talk it out
No need to talk it out
No need to talk it out
No need to talk it out
No need to talk it out