2 Talk Sick (Intro) Lyrics

Hold it till I'm back

Working toward a Maybach

You talking shit and it's whack

Pain aching through my back

Shoot to score it's all cash

Forward where I'm at

Four words Playa I'm only stating fucking facts

Oh shit that's six words

Me I'm from the east north

See me at the beast courts

Everywhere I leave notes

NYC TV that's D Rose

YYC all I fucking see though

One day homies Best friends

The next day on some opp shit

Dope boy set new trends

Day to day I got options

Always I stay blessed

Shooting like them Oscar's

Time for a Grammy

I Need one in my household

Hold it till I'm back

Working toward a Maybach

You talking shit and it's whack

Pain aching through my back

Forward where I'm at

Shoot to score it's all cash

Four words Playa I'm only stating fuckin facts

40 proof Reason I'm with you

Writing proof the Feeling is true

Living proof I'm Dealing with a few

Demons and angels More than just two

It's talk sick 2 and I'm talking sick too

It's toxic too and I'm talking sick too

Why should I spit it for these motherfuckers

That don't even get it

Come correct and check it

Flow spitted On the face of a legend Or a fool

Some go to jail And some go school

It's talk sick 2 and I'm talking sick too

It's toxic too and I'm talking sick too

2 talk sick

Off topic I'm the top pick

Posted in the tropical oceans

And notice, know this

My flow is potent and focused, yeah

B-b-budder did I stutter

Rhymes just cut up

Like like budder

Check it get it like this I'm saying

One day homies Best friends

The next day on some opp shit

Dope boy set new trends

Day to day I got options

Always I stay blessed

Shooting like them Oscar's

Time for a Grammy

I Need one in my household