ScHoolboy Q ‘CrasH Talk’ Album: 20 of the Best Lyrics
In recent years, no record label or crew on the West has mirrored the impact of Top Dawg Entertainment, which has established itself as the biggest juggernaut on the coast since Death Row Records. One big reason for TDE's extended reign is the success of ScHoolboy Q, who has joined Kendrick Lamar as one of the label's most bankable rap stars. Proving his ability to sustain critical acclaim while cracking the mainstream with his major label debut album, Oxymoron, the Hoover Crip took a more avant-garde approach with his solid follow-up release, Blank Face LP.
Now that he's avoided the sophomore jinx, ScHoolboy Q looks to infiltrate the upper echelon with his latest body of work, CrasH Talk. Arriving almost three years after Blank Face LP, CrasH Talk—which was slated for release in 2018 before being postponed due to the passing of his close friend and fellow rapper Mac Miller—finds the Q leveling out moments of introspection and reflection with more boisterous fare.
CrasH Talk features guest appearances from 21 Savage, 6lack, Kid Cudi, Lil Baby, Ty Dolla $ign and YG. An elite board of producers contributed to the project as well, including Boi-1da, Cardo, DJ Dahi, Jake One, !llmind, Nez & Rio and Sounwave. CrasH Talk ranks among one of the most releases of 2019 thus far and is deserving of a stamp of approval.
With ScHoolboy Q's long-awaited return upon us, XXL takes a deep dive into CrasH Talk, compiling 20 lyrics from the album that are sure to catch your attention.
"I could’ve went D1 but like, I wasn't with it/My SATs and grades was high enough but I wasn't with it/I couldn’t bring my dawgs with me so I wasn't with it/With the biscuit off the counter, me and Floyd get to dumping/Not a drop of blood in us but can't say we ain't cousins/Was on the thizz all week, I think I'm finally recovering" —ScHoolboy Q
"How many tears am I gon' shed ’fore I go? Uh/The pigs been on us, my heart been skipping/I lost religion, my nine ain't perfect/A star is born, sometimes I drive by needy/My baby mama paid the bills, I ain't have shit on the smoke/The homies tell me I'm a burden but never threw me a rope/They left me hanging on the corner, my whole life is my stash/One more strike, I'm with the lifers, split the 50 in half" —ScHoolboy Q
"I watch a nigga lose his life right in front of his kids/We keep the cycle back and forth, the demons smother our gifts/They put percentages in front of us, wouldn't give us a chance/The only way that we'll see 30 'less we live in the can/Probably miss my mom funeral, my daughter a ho/Because the man of the house ain't the man no more" —ScHoolboy Q
"I like her legs up like chopsticks/Luxury in my optics/Your ex man's on the opp list/I'm validated to pop shit/I'm a high profile, hunnid mile, flex/Flyin' down the aisle, blowin' loud, flex/I got a bad habit with bad habits/Beat the pussy up, stab at it/Divin' in like I'm mad at it/Secured the bag, I need all static" —ScHoolboy Q
"Two-door coupe, hoppin' out like Jack in the Box, nigga/I'm gon' shoot if this 30's all that I got, nigga/Time's up, got my coins up, my bars up, soon we find 'em/We gon' slide 'em, we lined 'em, straight reclined 'em/Pistol grip, I got all kinds of/I'm not your driver/Shot gon' hit him, he won't answer, I'm blowin’ ganja" —ScHoolboy Q
"Never had enough, pass me the mask, ayy/Are you down for me? Girl, been on my last, ayy/See the sirens pulling up, pigs on my ass, ayy/Even when the money come, gone way too fast, ayy/Why my grandma couldn't live? Gone way too fast, ayy/Cousin murdered in the field, gone way too fast, ayy" —ScHoolboy Q
"Ayy, who the fuck said I ain't him?/Got a new deposit, nigga, I ain't them/They playing with the shit and I don't see no wins/I'm tryna get the pussy, mami, one more 'gain, ayy/I fucked it up, I make enough, my rims, my truck/My roof is stuck, my house, my luck/My bitch, my yard, my cash enlarged, ayy" —ScHoolboy Q
"You said I hit it raw, you lyin'/You said I ate them drawers, you lyin'/Reachin' for the stars, you tryin'/The homegirls wanna beat your ass and now you hiding/I fucked you once, once enough/I beat it up, then left you stuck/We not in touch, you mad as fuck/I'ma try to stop thinking with my dickhead for once, ayy" —YG
"Brew fresh pots, I serve/This my wrist, iceberg/Real life rich, get curved/Bitch look fine, still broke/Bitch, my wrist came woke/Big bling, wrist got sold/I must live my worth/Chain drip down my shirt/My block been Iraq/Three mil', paid my tax/Your shit seized, all bad/Feel my back, all cash" —ScHoolboy Q
"Who knew failure make you better?/My adversities done turned me to a killer, uh/Sabotage, uh, men who washed, uh, give me cars/Hundred horse, uh, give me yours, uh, back and forth/Fast life, got the rock, mane, it's a ball game/Cop chain, get a Benzo, it's a black thang/Court case, nigga, shell case, it's a heatwave/Done for, killed the whole flow, no need for encore" —ScHoolboy Q
"I run this, I'd rather gun shit, I'll hit the function/I'm basic, don't wanna chase it, my talent wasted/I knows it, somehow I lost it, the way I folded/The black mind is where it started 'cause we was chosen/The water is where we crossed it and got to build it/With dreaming but lost the feeling, we stopped believing in" —ScHoolboy Q
"Well, I got it, it was great/'Til you know, then you start to hate/You know a fake nigga, his favorite words is, 'He fake'/Talking 'bout, 'I'll pay you back,' bitch, do that with your down payment/All that damn hating, I'm better at lovemaking/Tryna stay positive out of negative energy/Nigga, don't play with me/You must think my loyalty slavery" —ScHoolboy Q
"Take it off, yeah, going off, yeah/Money been here, the body's in here/I'm bringing up hell, the chopper don’t fail/The Prada get late, the pussy gon’ wait/The money I chase, the 'Rari don’t break/You killing my pace, the Carti' my face/A mil' in my safe, now hand me that tape" —ScHoolboy Q
"Richard Milles represent victory/Still the same, I'm just a richer me/A washed-up bitch don't mean shit to me/I'ma let your best friend nibble me/You can't do nothing for me, unless you leaving hickeys where my dick be/I'm Slaughter Gang Savage, freak hoes get punched just for trying to kiss me" —21 Savage
"Pinch me on my arm, is it Heaven or fun?/If I don't come back, had a hell of a run/Taste you through my nose, smell the death on the tongue/Can't get high enough to get over the hump, huh/How many friends around me helping me lose?/How many excuses until I'm excused?/Shadow my morning, I ain't dreaming it right/Ain't no way a flower could bloom in the night" —ScHoolboy Q
"Couple pieces, gotta have it, uh/Caught a wave, is it magic? Uh/Crush your head, is it magic? Uh/Dropping bodies in the casket, uh/I'm a legend in the set, yeah/Your big homie getting checked, uh/The realest nigga out the West, uh/Makaveli in the flesh, uh" —ScHoolboy Q
"Orange beanie, think about it, uh/Got a pistol out the closet, uh/'Nother mil' to deposit, uh/Heard your record, I'm your father, uh/Switching styles, pick a product, uh/Snatch your bitch up out her Pradas, uh/Hit a lick up in the Pradas, uh/'Nother win for the robbers" —ScHoolboy Q
"Nigga gotta hit the golf course to get a peace of mind/Family friends want a piece of mine/I can tell they all piecin' up/And I can show 'em where peace resides/Since 8 years old, I knew I'd be rich/'Cause the college route, it wasn't 'bout shit/Tried the honest route, but chose house licks/Tried to lock me up, but can't catch this" —ScHoolboy Q
"Now where we touch down is on my X list, I'm on a fresh tip/Too much time of livin' reckless/Now add that time up on my left wrist/Lil' rappers ain't impressive/Your tax bracket ain't impressive/You buy a chain, but won't buy no land/That hashtag should say, 'Desperate'" —ScHoolboy Q
"Came through dripping on them, Gucci tube socks/I'm so geeked up, I think that I'm ScHoolboy/Made some racks off a show, bought some new water/How the fuck did this baddie get 'cross the border?/Got a green card on her to-do list/If he work, I'ma make him my new bitch/I'm out West with the gang on that blue shit" —Lil Baby