Get Out

Oowee
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 Gunpowder residue on his hands
 Another nigga killed by the hands of his brother, man
 Shit, it's hard to understand how we can hate our own kind
 But every time it was my own kind that brought my home crying
 Niggas that look like me in front of my house blowing my home down
 Bullets ripping the bricks while my stepmama on the floor crying
 Situations like this could tear a family for a long time
 Traumatized for three years every time she hear a door slide
 Niggas weren't really tryna catch no bodies shooting at door signs
 But when you young that's how hoes slide
 But I was different
 Ever since a youngin' I been with the run down business
 Standing over a nigga like I was 'posed to rise but no hoop pictures
 Chrysler Sebring's the best cars but still some coupes missing
 Let the tops down and start whistling like my tooth missing
 Every time my foot down in the streets like my shoe missing
 When I retaliate, somebody known in your crew missing
 Time I did in jail brought me home on a new mission
 Found out niggas hoes so I'd rather trap with two bitches
 Do your boy a favor, now he coming up with new wishes
 As soon as you say no, now you fake, bro, and you tripping
 Tried to teach the new ones space to grow but they too ig'nant
 Cause all they worried about is Gucci belts and fuckin' new bitches
 How can I love my brother when he want to take my whole image?
 But instead of learn how, he wanna straight draw it down and steal it
 Aye, what do we dribble out this motherfucker?
 Rap metaphors will riddle out this motherfucker
 Work second floor hospital out his motherfucker?
 (Man)
 We gots to get out up this motherfucker
 (Mane)
 Times get ugly, gotta bust a move
 (Yeah)
 All we know is turning 1's to 2's
 (Aye)
 Back to the wild, I'm standing on 10
 (Standing on 10)
 In it for life, you know what it is
 Yeah, look
 It's crack fumes in my nose, it's pissy on the couch
 Roof leaking making holes that's dripping in the house
 Eviction notice on the door, they bout to kick em out
 Watch your mama struggle or get dough, nigga, pick a route
 And as she sit though see outside lord them trenches
 Why these youngins selling dope to they own family
 Just to drip the style
 Niggas seen the scene they taking pleads
 They scared to reach the trial
 Cause judges hanging niggas without ropes and they ain't getting out
 Old folks is rarely big enough to put these pistols down
 But riddle how, they killing over dimes we in a different time
 You never stepped a foot inside that church
 God seen them signs
 Our hands up, the police still shooting like its Miller time
 The hood hurt, broke as a joke and this ain't Richard Pryor
 So niggas ain't trying to flip no burgers
 They tryna flip a pound
 Hoes will set you up you better watching who you kissing now
 The delto rises and hoes slip em down, facts
 Its like these niggas turn snake when they digits down
 And love ain't real they ain't in movies like it's Tinseltown
 Crabs in a bucket, you come up they try and clip you down
 And we ain't recognize we all kings because we missing crimes
 So it's a few vultures in my past, I don't miss em now
 Folks hate to see you getting a bag it bring they feelings down
 And count a nigga out then well fuck em we gon kill em now
 Started from the floor bitch now we in the sky
 Aye, what do we dribble out this motherfucker?
 Rap metaphors will riddle out this motherfucker
 Work second floor hospital out his motherfucker?
 (Man)
 We gots to get out up this motherfucker
 (Mane)
 Times get ugly, gotta bust a move
 (Yeah)
 All we know is turning 1's to 2's
 (Aye)
 Back to the wild, I'm standing on 10
 (Standing on 10)
 In it for life, you know what it is