Talk to Em

Like the person needs his soul “uh huh, jeah”

Fight the will “ay” to need his own “ay, ay, ay”

“Just talk to em for a minute, ay just talk to em for a minute”

Like the baby “ay” needs to cry “uh huh jeah”

if you go “ay" I swear “jeah” ill die “ay, ay, ay”

How the fuck im free out here and you locked in there

Your whole family acts like I ont care

They don’t know about the nights I just lay in my bed

I cant even sleep I just lay in my bed

Eyes full of tears and a heart full of pain

Take deep breathes everytime I hear your name

You was more than family you was like my brother

So when the shit went down its like I lost my brother “ay”

And I wish we could trade places

Swear to GOD dawg wish we could trade places

Livin a life of crime, but it wasn’t your life it was more like mine

I often think about the close calls we had

And I often think about the close brawls we had

And I love my nigga what you know bout that

And ill do anything to get golmouf back talk to em

Like the person needs his soul

Fight the will to need his own

“Make em understand, ay, please, make em understand“

Like the baby “please, look, ay”

needs to cry “make em understand, ay, ay, ay”

if you go I swear ill die

“make em understand, jeah, ay, talk to em ay, ay, ay”

Mel man you my heart I swear to god “swear to god”

Knew you was real man I saw it from the start “from the start”

Even when I was wrong my nigga had my back “yeah”

Even when I was right my nigga had my back “damn right”

We used to laugh wouldn’t shit funny “naw”

Late night at my grandma house counting money

I trust you with my life dawg if I was married id trust you with my wife dawg

Any given time a half a mill in your possession

You aint called in two days man I still wasn’t stressing “naw:

Cause when I talk my nigga listen “listened”

Switch shit you used to help me with them pigeons

“Earnest” Earnest T. wont talk to me dawg and it hurts “it hurts”

She treats a nigga like im the scum of the life “scum of the earth”

In your eyes I couldn’t do no wrong “naw” so to you I dedicate this song “talk to em”

Like the person “ay” needs his soul “ay”

Fight the will “talk to em for me my nigga” to need his own

“gotta feel me on this one, jeah, ay, talk to em in tongues nigga,

do it make these niggas understand”

Like the baby “ay” needs to “I love you Mat Lou”

cry “uh huh, talk to em”

if you go “I ont think they understand me my nigga”

I swear ill die “jeah, talk to em, ay, ay, ay”

Must’ve bust ten rounds through the strap in your lap

Knew I was a gangsta I wasn’t going for that

Pussy nigga in my yard talkin shit

Know’in damn well I was on some G shit

Let the whole clip ride and didn’t think

Let the whole clip ride and didn’t blink

You told me kindly not to bring the white in your house

And then what I do bring the white in the house

Bricks in the addict and yean know

Your grandson killin em he getting 24

Feds at the door im out of town

Yean tell em shit, you held me down

Now a-days I rock the mic im getting paid for that

And all the shit I been through im getting paid for that

Always said I would make, wish you could see me now

But if I tried to tell her she probably wouldn’t believe me now

LOVE YOU MAT LOU!