[Intro] Everybody gangster with somebody else's consequences. Yeah. Everybody got advice when the bill got your fucking name on it. Turn that shit up. [Hook] They talk different when it's yours, When it's your bitch, your bread, your door. Everybody yelling, “Crash!” Till that crash land at they house. They talk different when it's yours, When them consequences knock. Everybody tough as fuck with somebody else's life on the clock. “Go get him!” “Don't let that slide!” Easy shit to say when you ain't gotta lose your life. They talk different when it's yours. They talk different when it's yours. [Verse 1] Homie said, “If that was me, I'd pull up.” Nicka, no you wouldn't. You ain't even call your landlord back, but somehow you John Wick in public? Stop it. Everybody homicidal in the comments, Superman behind a screen, Clark Kent when pressure knocking. Nicka told me, “Check that dude, he liking everything she post.” I said, “My woman showed me everything, why the fuck I'm fighting ghosts?” He said, “It's principle.” Principle? You got four kids needing shoes. And you suggesting I risk freedom over somebody hitting “view”? Man, fuck that. I done seen how stupid pride turn permanent. Five minutes being “gangster,” twenty years learning what a sentence is. Same people yelling, “Slide!” Ain't putting nothing on commissary. Won't answer collect calls. Won't help your woman. Won't visit February. But they tough when it's your freedom. Brave when it's your fucking bond. Tell you, “Bro, you gotta handle that,” then disappear when shit go wrong. [Pre-Hook] Everybody got a pistol when the weapon imaginary. Everybody want revenge when somebody else gets buried. But make it they address? Watch philosophy transform. It's amazing how perspective changes when the fire reaches home. [Hook] They talk different when it's yours, When it's your bitch, your bread, your door. Everybody yelling, “Crash!” Till that crash land at they house. They talk different when it's yours, When them consequences knock. Everybody tough as fuck with somebody else's life on the clock. “Go get him!” “Don't let that slide!” Easy shit to say when you ain't gotta lose your life. They talk different when it's yours. They talk different when it's yours. [Verse 2] Same nicka told me, “Spend that shit, you can make it back tomorrow.” Meanwhile his savings account got twelve dollars and emotional sorrow. Everybody financial adviser when your pockets getting fat. “Buy the foreign.” “Buy the watch.” Nicka, what investments you got? Exactly. I stopped letting broke opinions put expensive shit on me. Some advice don't cost the speaker, but the listener pays the fee. That's a bar. Run that motherfucker back. Some advice don't cost the speaker, but the listener pays the fee. That's facts. Same with women. Same with business. Same with street shit. Same with beef. People love making suggestions with no ownership underneath. One friend said, “Leave your girl, bro. Too many women outside.” This motherfucker crying weekly 'cause the one he loved got tired. Another said, “Don't trust nobody.” He done robbed his closest friend. Sometimes advice is just somebody's trauma trying to reproduce again. I learned listening ain't obedience. Advice ain't fucking law. A man gotta calculate the risk before he moves because they talk. [Hook] They talk different when it's yours, When it's your bitch, your bread, your door. Everybody yelling, “Crash!” Till that crash land at they house. They talk different when it's yours, When them consequences knock. Everybody tough as fuck with somebody else's life on the clock. “Go get him!” “Don't let that slide!” Easy shit to say when you ain't gotta lose your life. They talk different when it's yours. They talk different when it's yours. [Beat Switch] 808 drop. Yeah. Now make it personal. [Verse 3] If it's your son in that courtroom, you still screaming, “Stand on business”? If it's your daughter loving someone reckless, you still praise that fucking image? If it's Mama getting that call, you still think retaliation cool? If it's your wife sleeping alone while you doing decades like a fool? Exactly. That's the purpose. Turn the camera around. A lot of shit look entertaining till your family in the crowd. We consume another man's destruction like a show across a screen, Then act surprised when young boys think a funeral means prestige. Nah. Keep that shit consistent. If prison make somebody “real,” tell your own son chase that sentence. If dying young makes legends, tell your baby chase memorials. Sounds fucking stupid now, don't it? That's because the truth is horrible. I ain't soft. I'll protect mine. That's different from chasing pride. Real power knowing when to move and when that ego gotta die. I got too much shit to lose now. That's not fear. That's fucking growth. A broke man risks everything easily. A builder counts
