ScHoolboy Q ‘CrasH Talk’ Album: 20 of the Best Lyrics

"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