Talk it Out
Husalah Lyrics

Yo I make music for killas that make music
I make music for those who are involved in the drug trade and use music to convey their message

Show dem how to come I'll the art of the crack deal
Teaching others how to successfully deal cocaine

Is what I mastered in my young days of huslin mane
Pursuing a life of crime since an early age

Fucking bitches, stomping snitches, plotting riches
Engaging in sexual activity, betraying those who snitch, planning to accumulate wealth

Burning rubber, cooking work
Driving fast and recklessly, manufacturing illegal drugs

That was like Mob Figaz's drop I was in the 10th grade, dat was nice
At the time when Mob Figaz released their album, I was in 10th grade and liked it

Not quite enough for me to stop mixing white
Listening to Mob Figaz wasn't enough to make me stop selling drugs

So I kept moving, young Felix kept moving
Continued to sell drugs and evade law enforcement

Next thing u know I was 17 holding units hella cream stacking stupid
By the age of 17, I had accumulated a significant amount of drugs and money

Hella bitches, oral sex dummy dickless
Many women around, receiving oral sex without reciprocating

Never fuck em jus get suck take them from they niggas
Never had sex with them, just received oral sex and took them from their boyfriends

On the tuck outta state baby dumping chickens
Transporting drugs out of state and selling them

Feel the bombshell drop of my life, dang she got murdered
A significant event that impacted my life, someone close to me was killed

This is not the life man, I'm just a young nigga man
Realizing that a life of crime isn't sustainable and feeling trapped

If ya life was like mine and u was slightly out ya mine
If your life was similar to mine and you were partially out of your mind

Kept a cannon every time on the spot, dumb grind
Carried a gun at all times and worked hard and recklessly

With so many 24's the classmates can't see you
With so much money, one becomes invisible to their peers

I'm sliced at the ball game classmates can't beat me
I'm so successful that even when playing sports with classmates, they can't beat me

Waist my whole young life, with the dopefeind people
Wasted my youth with people who were addicted to drugs

That crowned u king cus u had mix and u kept it lit
Respected by my peers because I had high quality drugs and was able to keep the operation going

Ain't seen the sun in weeks, I'm on my way home
Been working and hustling so much that I haven't had time to spend outside in weeks

Moms on they way to work, bitches on they way to school
Witnessing my mother heading to work while women my age are on their way to school

Laughing at ya boy cus my outfit is filthy I'm stacking
Other people mock me because of my dirty clothes, but I don't care since I'm making a lot of money

Sooner or later the same bitches will feel me what's happenin?
Eventually the women who mocked me will want to be with me due to my newfound wealth

Swangin 8's at lunch time zap go slapping
Showing off my rims during lunchtime while playing music loudly

Young nigga stacking sucka butts I'm clapping
Making money and celebrating by firing guns

Run towards the magnum, naw nigga choppas
Choosing to use an assault rifle instead of a handgun in dangerous situations

Helicopters of life fly them just to revive them
Air ambulances are used to transport people who have been shot for medical attention

So he can think he that I'll and get killed
Fooling oneself into believing they are invincible and ultimately leading to their death

Tryna touch a real deal schytso bout his scrill
Chasing money at all costs and acting recklessly in the process

Crips won't make me feel bigga than life
Being in a gang doesn't make me feel more important than the bigger picture of life

Yoking in the mob shot living the life
Being a part of a tight-knit community that is involved in crime and living life on the edge

I wish my nigga Dose a Dose survive them shots
Expressing concern for a friend who was shot and hoping that they will survive

So he can be back with his cut me lil huggin the block
Hoping for the safe return of a friend who will then continue to work with them in drug dealing

We miss you
Expressing sadness and longing for a friend who is no longer present

This verse is for the current time the bottom line is
The final verse is about the present moment and the most important point is

I had to pay for all them years I was shinning
Paying the consequences for all the years spent enjoying the luxuries of drug dealing

2003 they caught ya'll boy grinding federal case that's outta state 13th case
In 2003, I was caught trafficking drugs across state lines and it was my 13th criminal case

Bestfriend turned snitch told the whole shit
Betrayed by a close friend who revealed information to the authorities

Had me on one, on the run ranging low
Living in a state of paranoia and constantly on the run from law enforcement

I was tucked in the Rich and docked in the O
Hiding in the Richmond district of San Francisco while on the run and in the Oakland jail for a period of time

I can't forget about my Hunter's Point era
Reflecting on the time spent living in the Hunter's Point neighborhood of San Francisco

I was running from the feds in the hottest blcok in America man
Attempting to evade the authorities in the most dangerous neighborhood in America

That's how I know I'm I'll my cousin Ray is real
Realizing the importance of family and being grateful for having a cousin who supports them

I love how ya kept ya cousin safe everyday I think about the future
Appreciating the cousin for keeping them safe and constantly thinking about making a better life in the future

My lil seed and Lil Ray
Thinking about one's child and cousin's child

Young L, Big Rome I'm in the zone 15 months it's nothing, I'll be right back
Mentioning friends who are supportive and not letting a 15-month prison sentence deter them from returning to their lifestyle after being released

A real nigga stand silent, crawl in the traps
A true gangster knows when to stay quiet and can navigate dangerous situations easily

The only pain still in my heart is for my nigga Freako
Feeling sadness for a friend who is no longer present

One love to my brother Mike fighting the murder beef, nigga
Sending positive thoughts to a friend who is currently fighting a murder charge

No need to talk it out [x8]
The chorus is repeated eight times and suggests that words are not necessary in certain situations