Crypt, Gawne - Let 'Em Talk lyrics

I was gone for a minute
But I'm back and got some things to say
People talking 'bout me but they talking
'bout the same old things
They worry 'bout my day and
They worry 'bout my life
If they talk behind my back it
Just means that they're all behind
Now let 'em talk let 'em talk
Let 'em talk let 'em talk

This gon' be the last time I address this
'Cause, quite frankly
I'm gettin' pissed off
Wanna be the bad guy on my hit list
'Cause his shit don't get no talk
So he wants to put his name in my mouth
Boy, you better sit down
Man's mad he's performing for
An empty house, but I sold it out
My mama always told me that


Jealousy wears a face
In the face of adversary
Then verses would come my way
But just ignore it, keep it sore
And leave them sore in the face
They ain't important
You're worth more than their entire estate
So just sit back and laugh at they ass
Keep on stackin' that cash
Let 'em talk if it'll get 'em off
With these features, means they'll get mad
They just put what you got and refuse
What you did to top 'em
So the only option that they gonna rock
With is to keep on talkin'
While you keep on walkin' so let 'em talk!
I was gone for a minute
But I'm back and got some things to say
If you're gonna keep on
Talkin' behind my back
Then I'm gonna do great things in your face
If you're gonna focus on my career
Than it appears you're the one to blame
That your gonna be in my shadow, half-sewn
Starin' at my backbone and asshole
You know it's a fact bro
That I'm that dope
Rap circles around you like I'm a lasso
Went from rags to riches
You just sit back and bitchin'
Like if you keep babblin'
I'mma feel bad and give yo' ass commission
But I have no sympathy for you
I don't care about the shit
That you been through you only care about me
When it's something you need and
It's so convenient for you
Then you get up on the internet and
Act like I left you a tale
And everybody that don't want it blew up
And forget about my friends and
Forget about my fans
And forget about everybody that helped
Me get to the top
Then I'm a selfish motherfucker that
Don't deserve what I got
But now I'm happy that I
Never brought you along
If this is how you act
When your homies get on
Bro, you always gonna be alone

I was gone for a minute
But I'm back and got some things to say
People talking 'bout me but they talking
'bout the same old things
They worry 'bout my day and
They worry 'bout my life
If they talk behind my back it
Just means that they're all behind
Now let 'em talk let 'em talk
Let 'em talk let 'em talk

Should I let 'em talk? Never, nah
Y'all are more corny than ethanol
I got no patience for Twitter tweeting
If we really beefin'
Then I pull up with a weapon drawn
Came in this bitch like a wrecking ball
Using my pistol and uzi like do
Do do do do do
Matter of time 'fore they set me off
I am becomin' a villain when
I kill 'em like Venemal (vrrm, skrrt)
Pull up to the fuckin' murder scene
Dead body with the flies buzzin'
Like a worker bee so much uncertainty
There is sure to be some absurdity
With the witnesses, it occurred to me
If they're squealing
Then I'll be servin' like 300
Years in the pen
So I'm never gon' let 'em talk
Keep it with friends
But I fear it's nearin' the end
I got demons appearin' again
Everything I am searin' the pen to the paper
The lyrics offend every person
Who's hearing it they're in defense
I've been cheerin' against this
American cancel culture, fuckin' arrogance
Shit has been wearin' me
Then it's embarrassin'
Treatin' like I am a terrorist
I'mma go veer in the ben
As I'm steering the bens
Until I rear into a dear
It's a miracle I was carrying left
'Cause I had a few beers of appearance
All these motherfuckers droppin'
Me to drinking
And they heads be thinkin' all
The stress I'm dealin' with
Has barely got clingin' onto winnin'
All my odds are shrinkin'
There is not an inkling of hope
I don't really wan to see no internet trolls
Tellin' me I'll never be dope
Or every beat I kill so cold
Will bust flow 'til I rip muscle
Real hustle
When I get up in the stu with the real ones
And spill blood 'cause I'm still cutthroat
Until the day I woulda make it
I'mma be a renegade
And tell the haters I'm
Never gonna emulate 'em (brr)
Crypt and I make green paper
We live a life you could never, dog
Meme makers are weak haters
They're unhappy and already lost
RIP as I cremate 'em
You hot flashin' like menopause
Give a fuck about a little chump
Middle finger up as I let 'em talk

I was gone for a minute
But I'm back and got some things to say
People talking 'bout me but they talking
'bout the same old things
They worry 'bout my day and
They worry 'bout my life
If they talk behind my back it
Just means that they're all behind
Now let 'em talk