Speak on It - Joey Cool, Joey Cool feat. Suli4Q, Emilio Rojas

You got a problem?

Speak on it

Something to say?

Speak on it

Excuse the hell out of me

I’m in the way, speak on it

You want my spot?

speak on it

Want me to stop?

Speak on it

Speak on it

I’m back at it again

I’m back at it, I’m back at it, I’m back at it again

I’m back at it, I’m back at it again

Yeah, alright, I’m back at it again

I’m back at it, I’m back at it, I’m back at it again

I’m back at it, I’m back at it again

Got a problem?

Speak on it

I done came up in this rap game

Facts mane

Duck down nigga, we don’t give a motherfuck

Boy look over here I done fucked everything up

Everything I touch, gotta walk the line, that’ll be a rush

Never be somebody motherfucking crushed

You ain’t been about it, you ain’t one of us

Stitches in the mouth, high spitter lies

By his own friends, blood in his eyes

Blood in his clothes, blood on the ground

Reminiscing 'bout it, I could gun him down

I could hunt him down, run up on him, tell him

To move slow, don’t you make a fucking sound

But then again, what’s the point of that

Ain’t no going back, ain’t no rewinds

Thinking about it, this all declines

Kicking my feet up and I recline

Ain’t nothing shallow bout these deep lines

Please remind, who really riding with me?

Tell me about it, you got a problem with me

Devil be working, he really out to get me

The odds are shifty, who’s sliding with me?

Cause they proud to get me

You got a problem?

Speak on it

Something to say?

Speak on it

Excuse the hell out of me

I’m in the way, speak on it

You want my spot?

speak on it

Want me to stop?

Speak on it

Speak on it

I’m back at it again

I’m back at it, I’m back at it, I’m back at it again

I’m back at it, I’m back at it again

Yeah, alright, I’m back at it again

I’m back at it, I’m back at it, I’m back at it again

I’m back at it, I’m back at it again

Got a problem?

Speak on it

Lost a lot of friends to these streets

Lost a lot of them to

I set the city on fire

Like Sodom and Gomorrah

I done seen the bottom where it’s torn up

And my poppy ain’t support us

And my mommy raised us, no help at all, to get through those college courses

So of course I don’t really give a fuck now

Gotta live it up, I was down on my luck

Everybody wanna run they mouths

And they think their opinions matter, but what you really done?

You ain’t done nada, you ain’t done nada

I been in the cities putting digits on the commas

With a couple bad women and they kissing and they calmin'

And they stripping and they boutta eat each other like domi

Uptown with Americanas

Chopping that work like Benihana’s

You ain’t talk money then we nevermind ya

I could put you in the space where they never find you like

Matalo, matalo, no pedi, but I know a Pa-ba-lo

She drop it low then she gon' wanna slow round in a circle like a helicopter

though, aye

Propelling me

To hover above all the jealousy

And all of the homies got felonies

We plead the fifth, or you tell on me

So there isn’t shit that you telling me

It’s changing my mind and compelling me

You try’na burn what I built to the ground

I’ma drag you to hell with me

You got a problem?

Speak on it

Something to say?

Speak on it

Excuse the hell out of me

I’m in the way, speak on it

You want my spot?

speak on it

Want me to stop?

Speak on it

Speak on it

I’m back at it again

I’m back at it, I’m back at it, I’m back at it again

I’m back at it, I’m back at it again

Yeah, alright, I’m back at it again

I’m back at it, I’m back at it, I’m back at it again

I’m back at it, I’m back at it again

Got a problem?

Speak on it