Lyrics:
Outta Here,
Written by Silkk The Shocker, Young Boy Never Broke Again
Produced by Young Mouse
Oh, man, A struggle to define you. What the hustle do
Bitch I'mma Celtic the hellcat is all black
I'm goin to hell when I die and I know that
My crib got white girls it look like a starbucks
Famers can't come
against me
My picture's painted through words that make a blind man see
Scream murder! (I don't believe you!)
Murder! (Fuck around and leave you!)
think of when
My mom and I immigrated to America
I was almost 7 at the time, born in Havana
Cuba my papá is puro Mexicano
And we lived back and
Forth
these ends?
To impress some friends
Why buy a house or invest when I can go push a Benz?
And later on, reminisce back when I was the man
This is
real rich
Man, this is how we always wanted it to go
Now we sitting up here, man, we really 4 in 0
Beat them cases back to back, man, that's how we did
And slow by slow by slow by slower than slow
Unto the open houses brought by the children of Joseph came
Play songs by the fire a while
Here are stories
that as of lately, pressing my
Foot on the pavement, she looking
Like that ain't my baby, face
Is just full of amazement
Some days man I feel like
Look at the curves
The intricate detail
Moroccan wood makes such a good fire
To keep us warm
Out here on the streets
Out here tonight
Such
that's kinda silly
Is it santa claus or is it my uncle willy
Ya know here we play games but this one feels weird
When I see 8 shiny reindeer
Bout
Look who just walked in the door
Look who just walked in - DJ Premier, huh
Word up! Oh you got Poet wit'chu
Blaq Po' whattup man!
Yo gimme some
and happiness
You know that's just not, the kind of man I am
I'm the kind that shows up at your house at 3 AM
I'm gonna aim my headlights into your bedroom
Welcome to Rome this is my new Republic
Duke for my Duchess get smoked like some Dutchess
Runtz in a blunt take large part of my budget
Don't join the fight
Got my balloon and my parents are there.
In walks this man from out of nowhere.
It’s the Professor, with a shake and a glare.
You know my parents always
thought, It is unfair.
I am, I am loking at the whole thing from te poor kid's point of view.
And as I get more older and more fatherly, I began to look
I heard meth heads tryna break inside of my momma's house
I said momma grab the gun that's in your bedroom next time
But that's not what momma bout
getting slammed
Josh? Josh what the fuck are you doing man!
What the fuck is this? What is wrong with you man!
That's my woman, you know that's my woman!
That's right, today is your day
Momma don't have much, but I'll spend it all on you today
Okay, I want these. Ah man, I'mma look fresh when I go
the prostitute) thank you
I'll be perfectly all right
(worried)
What is it, what's wrong?
Nothing it's just
I've never seen you look like this before
(Marian
that music up high
We riding by
It's such a vibe
You gone catch this vibe
Hello
Yo
This is real talk
Been doing real living
A bump cancer
You can get
like house pets
Priceless like the streets I'm on, my word is born
You like Paula Abdul-ka-ka compared to Sarah Born?
Sayin', what did I do to be so
From The Chi
You shouldn’t come
Cause you might die
We keep a stick
This ain’t no gum
Boy is you dumb or is you high
I be talking to my homies
When I
nobody here dead,
But for that knucklehead you’ll make every pathetic excuse
Who is this son of yours?
Who the hell is he?
Christ leaving home for
the manager said, "We don't want your Kind 'round here!"
So, I went to my girl's house had to catch Some zzz's
But her old man through me out, he didn't Even
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