2 Talk Sick (Intro)

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