Cla**ified - Gossip lyrics

[Verse 1] Walk in to a room with my hands on my side, head raised All this gossip and talk, it reminds me of my web page Ya'll 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 lands and stay interesting Nine albums dropped and I can't play an instrument A lot of people wanna say I'm cheap as f** Why, cause I spend my money on my beats and cuts Ya'll peeps speak too much, matter of fact You'll 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 livin on my pencil But sometimes, people like to open up they mouth Put their nose in my business, kid ya'll need a life Since the first day my mom taught me how to read and write I've been spreadin my vocab to the land like Jesus Christ So believe the hype, yo I'm dope when I speak on mics So when I smoke pa** the beeper I don't need a pipe Trust me kid, I'm mendin' all my nemeses (But cla**!) cut you off in the middle of your sentences [Chorus] Ah damn! Another motherf**er up in here Runnin his mouth and puttin sh** in your ear Ah damn! And I ain't tryin to hear what you sayin' Stop with the gossip cause it ain't entertainin' Ah damn! ? when you say my name Try to spread love through the game Say what you want I wont change [Verse 2] (Go ahead) call me a pasty white kid (whatever) 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 play the reign of ref Cause I break rules, take fools for they money and they fake j**els Eh yo some things never change And I'm puttin in work more than one way ask your lady You still wanna talk, actin' like cla** is lazy See I'm like a bum with no legs, I cant stand workin' But I'll write in to the night until my right hands hurtin' Strike like lightening and k** all the nonsense Son, just be honest you never were a profit (now stop this!) Why you wanna rhyme like you deep now I tried to listen but your puttin me to sleep pal I'm flowin' better when I freestyle, listen to me speak now Impress your female but keep it on the DL (shhhhhhh) Some things are better unsaid Your whole rhyme book is better left unread And I ain't tryin to turn this in to a battle track But I gotta handle cats who try to battle back [Chorus]