[Chorus: KXNG Crooked]
Crooked, why you still talkin' 'bout that bullshit?
Joell, can you tell me why you still talkin' 'bout that old bullshit?
Crooked, why you still talkin' 'bout that bullshit?
Joell, can you tell me why you still talkin' 'bout that old bullshit?
Them n***as probably mad, n***as probably bitter
Shit is probably trash, shit is probably litter
Don't nobody care, I'ma still listen
Don't nobody care, I'ma still listen

[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]
Ain't nobody bitter, ain't nobody mad (Nah)
I'm actually smiling ear to ear and hear more than I ever have
Feels good as fuck clearing up all the bullshit at last
Slaughterhouse dead, so it felt fitting talking 'bout the past
I met y'all n***as in the industry
When the group formed, "Nissan, Honda, Chevy" was playin' everywhere in the streets
Every one of them vehicles already had me in route to my legacy
Couldn't stay solo then, but I was fucking with the chemistry
The brotherhood, the energy
But please let it be known I was doing this shit all alone
In the zone on my own
Champ hoodie with the Timbs, Brooklyn, c-come on
Couple restaurants doing great
Y'all should stop by and get a plate
Couple properties out of state (Uh-huh)
Cash buys, no interest rates
House gang's now real estate
If it ain't Crooked, man, I'm straight
[Chorus: KXNG Crooked]
Crooked, why you still talkin' 'bout that bullshit?
Joell, can you tell me why you still talkin' 'bout that old bullshit?
Crooked, why you still talkin' 'bout that bullshit?
Joell, can you tell me why you still talkin' 'bout that old bullshit?
Them n***as probably mad, n***as probably bitter
Shit is probably trash, shit is probably litter
Don't nobody care, I'ma still listen
Don't nobody care, I'ma still listen

[Verse 2: KXNG Crooked]
Listen, man, I'd rather rap about it
Than to ever fuckin' tweet about it
Any fuck shit that happened, we allowed it
You can disagree or be a G about it
I don't even got it, people probably think I'm thinkin' clouded
When I brainstorm, nah, it ain't no beef about it
This a vegan salad, rap world is Saturn, put a ring around it
Rap circles 'round you n***as then I get paid, fuck minimum wage
Bitch, I've been in the shade, at the end of the day
Whoever get in the way is diggin' a grave, y'all n***as behave
I've been about my money bag, yo, funny bunny asshole
Fuck a crummy-bummy rap show
Make your honey run me that dough to let your dummy ass know
I don't care if you the richest n***a in America
If you ain't got character, I stare at ya like "wow"
And the nina make you bow 'cause it's meaner than Erica, pow
I'm a ghostwriter in a lowrider
Takin' care of mine, I'm a provider
Keep swingin' on 'em like a pro fighter
I don't need a Slaughterhouse cosigner
I'm a new man with a old lighter
I'll burn this motherfucker down
[Chorus: KXNG Crooked]
Crooked, why you still talkin' 'bout that bullshit?
Joell, can you tell me why you still talkin' 'bout that old bullshit?
Crooked, why you still talkin' 'bout that bullshit?
Joell, can you tell me why you still talkin' 'bout that old bullshit?
Them n***as probably mad, n***as probably bitter
Shit is probably trash, shit is probably litter
Don't nobody care, I'ma still listen
Don't nobody care, I'ma still listen