Testo Gossip - Classified
Testo della canzone Gossip (Classified), tratta dall'album Trial & Error
Walk in a room with my hands on my side (head raised)
All this gossip and talking reminds me of my webpage
Y'all people give me headaches, it's hard to keep my head straight
It's like tryin to go up but held down by dead weight
Walk on land to stay interested
Nine albums dropped and I can't play an instrument
A lot of people wanna say I'm cheap as fuck
Why? Cause I spend my money on my beats and cuts?
Y'all peeps speak to much, matter of fact
Y'all peeps can eat these two nuts and still peep my new stuff
I ain't too ashamed, I say what's on my mental
Try to quit my job and make a living off my pencil
But sometimes, people like to open up they mouth
Put they nose in my business, kid, y'all need a life
Since the first day my mom taught me how to read and write
I've been spreading my vocab to the land like Jesus Christ
Believe the hype, ayo, I'm dope when I speak on mics
And when I smoke, pass the paper, I don't need a pipe
Trust me kid, I'm ending all my nemesis
But Class'll cut you off in the middle of your sentences
Ah damn, another motherfucker up in here
Running his mouth and putting shit in your ear
Ah damn, and I ain't tryin to hear what you're sayin
Stop with the gossip cause it ain't entertainin
Ah damn, every time you say my name
Try to spread lies through the game
Say what you want, I won't change
Call me a pasty white kid, I ain't concerned
I can't sun tan, I'm too hot, I burn
And if I drop, I'll return with the status that I left
Yeah, this is a game and I'm glad there ain't no ref
Cause I break rules
Take fools for they money and they fake jewels
Hey yo, some things never change
And I put in work more ways than one, ask your lady
You still wanna talk, acting like Class is lazy
I'm like a bum with no legs, I can't stand workin
But I'll write through the night until my right hand's hurting
Strike like lightning and kill all the nonsense
Son, just be honest, you never were a prophet
Now stop this, why you wanna rhyme like you're deep now?
I try to listen but you're putting me to sleep, pal
I'm flowing better when I freestyle, listen to me speak now
Impress your female but keep it on the DL
Shh, some things are better unsaid
Your whole rhyme book is better left unread
And I ain't tryin to turn this to a battle track
But I gotta handle cats who attempt to battle wack
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Writer(s): Luke Boyd
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