Gossip - Album Version (Edited)

I hate gossip

And I don't walk around looking for it you know

But yesterday it seemed to just wander around

Until it found me

You know like

Gossip found me

Then why don't you try approving

How younot prove it

What would you just do is

Stop hating on it

That is a weak emotion the lady of

And you can get tip like you waiting on it

Put a body bag in the apron on it

I get my all behind the mic

Micyou can ever see if you sit behind the light

And you don't have to pick me to win the title fight

But I'm a weather generation about two tights

And if I'm wrong there is no right

And if I'm wrong there is no white white

I'm tryna be polite

But youin my hair like the ** pole

Lights lights and my flow is rare rare

These other rappers nice

These other rappers bark

Some of them even bite but I'm much more bright

I give the game sight

So before you them the lights you just might

Mike wanna think it over

Think it all oh

Think it all

Take it over

Baby baby get them stop

Analyzing criticizing

You should realize what I am and start epitomizing

Legitimate I gotthe heart of the biggest lying

I'm confident like the mall pull out my ** ride it

My flow sick so sick is like my ** is dying

It rains a lot in my city because my city's crying

Because my city's dying

Still I emerge from all of that

I am a living pioneer near zion

Fear god not them

Steer my arriving coup

The street to the boot and sue boot

And then I leave blood in a boot

I leave a blood bag

Sorry there's a tub in a boot

Now where the **

That I'm twisted like the springs on a shoot

Know that I'm twisted like the springs on a boot

Now a new orleans at

I feel here pop storming like a bus pass

So when you possession I I I must ask

Hey haven't I been good to you

Tell me haven't I been sweet to you

Drag my name through the mud I come out clean

Cast away stones I won't even blink

A gun is not a math problem

I won't even think

Just leave your dad like the mink under my sink

Don't believe in me

Don't believe me

I've graduated from hungry and made it to greedy

My flow is like pasta

Take it and eat it

But I'mma need cheese if I'm baking a cd

You phone beef I wanna stake in a wee beat

Lost in amsterdam ma jamaica where we beat hard body

Just taking it easy

All about my paper about my paper like east

Why the rappers why the rappers

Lot of fans

Lot of rappers lot of rappers lie like actors

Cut them up the ** cameras

Cut them check goyour props and make it out to mister

Yeah pop and yeah pop

I'm not dead I'm alive