Out There Interlude

On ya marks get set
How I'm about to run it
Should be at the range
Ima bout to gun
Words rapid fire
Bars for hire
Clapping like a choir
Two things I can't stand
A thief
And a liar
Grip like pliers
No talking on the wire
Was on burner phones
Way before I saw
The wire
Be careful
In these streets
It's trip wires
Booby traps
Get clapped
Round of applause
No audience
Basking in
The ambience
I glanced back
Once
Been looking
Foward since
No dollars
Just a scholar
Trying make her holla
Prices too damn high
Need to see
My supplier
Pureto reefer
Sweet cheeba
Kick like
Sonny Chiba
Didn't wanna
Cut em off
Cuz they my people
In the church
At the steeple
Time to get deeper
Just because that's
Ya blood
Don't mean it's
Ya people
Ima jerk
Got work
Cool as
A certs
Epotime of hip hop
Cool herk
Ima jerk
U my son
Get burped
Put to bed
5 straight to
Ya back
DiMaggio
Las Vegas
Long nights
At the belliago
New York City
Waldorf Astoria
The builder of lies
He a storier
Storyteller
Old yella
Take that
To ya teller
And make a deposit
U a fake profit
Word to the late great
Elijah mommhed
Or hallie sailisse
Whoever u follow
Do anything on
The gram
Just to get a follow
No will Smith
Willow or Jayden
But these
Family matters
l ll have u missing
A baby
90s joke
No quote
Fuck with mine
I go for broke
They soft as bunny bread
So I make they ass toast



Credits
Writer(s): K. Piff
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