[Chorus: Crypt]
I was gone for a minute, but I'm back and got some things to say
People talkin' 'bout me but they talkin' '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 all behind
I let 'em talk (Woo, woo, woo)
Let 'em talk (Woo, woo, woo)
Let 'em talk (Woo, woo)
Let 'em talk (Woo, woo)

[Verse 1: Crypt]
This gon' be the last time I address this
'Cause, quite frankly, I'm getting pissed off
Wanna be the bad guy on my hit list
'Cause his shit don't get no talk
So he wants to put my name in his mouth (Mm!)
Boy, you better sit down (Mm!)
Man is mad that he's pеrformin' for an empty house
But I sold it out (Bow-bow-bow-bow!)
My mama always told me
That jеalousy wears its face
In the face of adversity
Then verses would come my way
But just ignore it, keep it sore, and
Leave 'em 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 (Mm!)
Keep on stackin' that cash (Mm!)
Let 'em talk if it'll get 'em off
What they speak just means that they mad (Bow-bow-bow-bow!)
They just put what you got, son
But 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! (Ah!)
(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'll just 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'ma 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 somethin' you need
And it's so convenient for you
Then you get up on the Internet and act like I left you a tale
Everybody that don't want it blew up
And forget about my friends and forget about my fans
And forget everybody that helped me get to the top
Then I'm a selfish motherfucker, 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 gon' always be alone (Haha, ha, ha, let 'em talk)
[Chorus: Crypt & GAWNE]
I was gone for a minute, but I'm back and got some things to say
People talkin' 'bout me but they talkin' '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 all behind
I let 'em talk (Woo, woo, woo)
Let 'em talk (Woo, woo, woo)
Let 'em talk (Woo, woo, uh)
Let 'em talk (Woo, woo, uh)

[Verse 2: GAWNE & Crypt]
Should I (Let 'em talk!)
Let 'em talk? Never, nah
Y’all are more corny than ethanol
I got no patience for Twitter-tweetin'
If we really beefin', then I pull up wit' a weapon drawn
Came in this bitch like a wreckin' ball
Usin' my pistol and Uzi like "Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo"
Matter of time 'fore they set me off
I am becomin' a villain when I kill 'em like Venemal (—Talk!)
(Vrrm, skrrt!)
Pull up to the fuckin' murder scene
Dead body with the flies buzzin'
Like a worker bee (Let 'em talk!)
So much uncertainty, there's sure to be
Some absurdity with the witnesses
It occurred to me if they’re squealin', then
I'll be servin' like three-hundred years in the pen (—Talk!)
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 every time that I'm searin' the pen
To the paper, the lyrics offend (Let 'em talk!)
Every person who’s hearin' it, they're in defense
I've been cheerin' against this American can-
-cel culture, fuckin' arrogance, shit has been wearin' me
Then it's embarrassin', treatin' me like I'm a terrorist (—Talk!)
I'ma go veer in the bend
As I'm steerin' the Benz, 'til I rear end a deer
It's a miracle that I was carryin' left
'Cause I had a few beers at appearance events (Let 'em—)
All these motherfuckers drivin' me to drinkin', and
It has me 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 (—Talk!)
I don't really want to see no internet trolls
Tellin' me I'll never be dope
When, every beat, I kill— so cold
Will bust flows that'll rip muscle, real hustle (Let 'em talk!)
When I get up in the stu' with the real ones, and
Spill blood 'cause I’m still cutthroat
Until the day I went and made it, I'ma be a renegade un-
-til the haters never gonna emulate him (Brrt)
Crypt and I make green paper
We live a life you could never, dawg
Meme makers are weak haters
They're unhappy and already lost
R.I.P. as I cremate 'em
You hot-flashin' like menopause
Give a fuck about a little chump
Middle finger up as I let 'em talk
[Chorus: Crypt]
I was gone for a minute, but I'm back and got some things to say
People talkin' 'bout me but they talkin' '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 all behind
I let 'em talk

[Outro]
*noises of a shovel digging into the ground*