Gossip (by Rapbattleens) ft. Phil Dog Lyrics

Handful of you with it, handle all your biz, Don't step in that bullshit, take care of your kids

Rest of you just gossip, always run your mouth Poppin' like you got shit while you on your homie's couch

I see the rumors flyin', assume the lie is true Consumers keep on buyin', them haters eyein' you

Gossip, they replyin', I keep that iron too I get loony on these tunes, like, what you tryna do

I'm just a pagan to your true religion Too forbidden, unforgivin' to you stool pigeons

One thing you really need to do, you should mind your business I don't think you got a clue, just a mindless victim

Time is of the essence, behind the sickness, blinded You learn the finest lessons, and finally find a fool

Who finally find his blessings, I don't know how you do it I just know I couldn't do it, though, truly

Unusual, brutally, so beautiful I'm an anomaly, and I'm moralistic

I see them haters watchin' me, pointin' fingers at me Like they on the fuckin' stand, raisin' up they right hand

Like they talkin' to the man, only God's witness

Handful of you with it, handle all your biz, Don't step in that bullshit, take care of your kids

Rest of you just gossip, always run your mouth Poppin' like you got shit while you on your homies couch

Phone calls done been made, it's too late for all that should have, Rent money's on the line, I'm just hoping that he push up

Miss me with all of that, shoulda, coulda, woulda Gettin' paid when it snows, yeah, homie, throw your hood up

Fuck all this corona, you don't want me in a mask Pop up in all black and kill you, rappers on your track

Walk in for the work, and leave out with the cash Bitch, I'm ratchet with the ratchet, rob a junkie for his stash

So if you goin' over there, pass the message on Had them folks takin' pics like the Esteban

Welcome to the home of the wretched ones So before you place your order, put my headset on

You pussy ass rappers, hope you get the message clear I'ma pull up with that Kyrie in a fuckin' Cavalier

Know you folks feelin' froggy, but you best not Fuck it, go ahead, give your best shot

Bring your boy show to a dead stop Fuck a time ticking like a wristwatch

Hard to think straight with the headshot Dump your body like here like a rest stop

System shut down like a desktop Then put the show on the road to the next stop

Handful of you with it, handle all your biz, Don't step in that bullshit, take care of your kids

Rest of you just gossip, always run your mouth Poppin' like you got shit while you on your homies couch

Handful of you with it, handle all your biz Don't step in that bullshit, take care of your kids

Rest till you just gossip, always run your mouth Poppin' like you got shit while you on your homies couch