$CRIM - BEEN ABOUT IT

Follow Scrim - Instagram: FaceBook: Twitter: LYRICS: [Intro] What’s the talk about it? Me? I been about it [Verse 1] Yeah, hanging with some bitches I don’t even know I just made a mil’ about a week ago Fuck the IRS, I rather keep it, bro I got ways to handle shit that you don’t need to know Yeah, when I’m out poling, keep my face covered $licky out the gutter, I don’t feel nothing Them bustas ain’t my brothers, ha, real funny People rain change when they see money Don’t ever try and play me with the sucka shit See that look up in my eye, they change the subject quick Don’t get me started, I like bustin’ shit You get rеwarded with some hollow tips $licky $lick twisted, I’ma fuckin’ mind dеmented Keep the drugs, walkin’ ’round like I’m reinvented Still a menace, still in prison like a life sentence Mental illness, shit get crazy when I find a tenant Tweakin’, walkin’ ’round like a mental patient I was out my mind with hallucinations How the fuck I didn’t die? Shit you can’t explain it Hate to see my family cry, watchin’ me go vacant Fuck the fame, fuck the change, enough to go insane All the steel, all the shame fucking with my brain Hydroplane lane to lane, speeding through the rain Another day with the pain flowing through my veins Never thought a lot of y’all would try and take what’s mine Trust what I’m sayin, it’s worse than advertised Money come with problems, they can sympathize I done made peace with the thought of suicide [Chorus] What’s the talk about it? Me? I been about it What’s the talk about it? Me? I been about it What’s the talk about it? Me? I been about it What’s the talk about it? Me? I been about it [Verse 2] Walk up in the room, bitches smell like white I’m the one to go and fuck your mama and fuck your daughter AR-15, bustin’ through the roof like colic When it comes to pussy, I don’t buy body Petey Pablo with the chopper like a helicopter Used to be a drug dealer, junkies call me doctor Wash me in the blood, motherfucker, okay? It ain’t that I don’t like you, I just ain’t with talkin’ Not used to having money, used to having nothing Stealing Slim-Jims just to eat something People tryna overstep or push my buttons Bitches tryna overstay, I say we just fuckin’ Bitches offer up they friends, tryin’ to swing my love I can fuck on everyone, still won’t be enough Got a lot of issues, main one being trust Think that they can fix me, they delusional [Outro] Hot boy swervin’, 2021 Big house, I just bought another one Whatever gone stake, I got like two of them Thirty one, never have to work again