Outta Line
I'm out my mind
I toe the line
I know the signs
One of a kind
I Pay em no mind
Praying for mine
I know some killers so talk to me nice
Alex the great he double the price
We hit Benihana we double the rice
Way too much syrup I double the sprite
Now I'm in trouble I called it a night
Fuck being polite, they calling police
Lil attitude, that's what I Like
They wont be remembered that shit is tragic
I'm living forever that shit is magic
I'm swerving the lane dipping through traffic
See Devin my dude and he got this shit slapping
I'm running the game, you talking bout practice
Think we are the same, we are not matching
I'm with all the smoke, I don't come with matches
This shit therapeutic I don't need a mattress
I'm living wit classics
I'm out my mind
I'm outta line
I know the signs
Pay em no mind
I'm out my mind
I'm outta line
I know the signs
Pay em no mind
Who said it first what the cheddar worth
Make way for the men at work
I'll take your dame any given day
Put the cake in my face
N I let her get it on my lettered shirt
But don't dock my pay
Numbers running like amazing race
We still smoking on the day to day
All these fuckers they been trained for fake
I ain't tripping know what lane to take
Been a minute since I started these written's
I pardon these bitches tripping they ain't part of the vision
All these fuckers they been hard in they mentions
I pardon again these fuckers they just starved for attention
That's weak shit
Louis v's double g's Bape tees always be my weakness
I don't preach shit
I'm from the land where the fiends and the freaks live
All hail to your demons all hail to the g's spent
Macy's to Nemans I face these seasons
Trying to get a ice game cold with a Rollie looking like a
Motherfucker out here laced with sequence like
I'm out my mind
I'm outta line
I know the signs
Pay em no mind
I'm out my mind
I'm outta lines
I know the signs
Pay em no mind
Way too outta line pray for yours I pray for mine
Way too outta line I'm so fucking out my mind
Swerving I cant see the signs
Curving if they come for mine
Switching lanes tinted ride
Paper planes flying high
Way too outta line pray for yours I pray for mine
Way too outta line I'm so fucking out my mind
Swerving I cant see the signs
Curving if they come for mine
Switching lanes tinted ride
Paper planes flying high
I toe the line
I know the signs
One of a kind
I Pay em no mind
Praying for mine
I know some killers so talk to me nice
Alex the great he double the price
We hit Benihana we double the rice
Way too much syrup I double the sprite
Now I'm in trouble I called it a night
Fuck being polite, they calling police
Lil attitude, that's what I Like
They wont be remembered that shit is tragic
I'm living forever that shit is magic
I'm swerving the lane dipping through traffic
See Devin my dude and he got this shit slapping
I'm running the game, you talking bout practice
Think we are the same, we are not matching
I'm with all the smoke, I don't come with matches
This shit therapeutic I don't need a mattress
I'm living wit classics
I'm out my mind
I'm outta line
I know the signs
Pay em no mind
I'm out my mind
I'm outta line
I know the signs
Pay em no mind
Who said it first what the cheddar worth
Make way for the men at work
I'll take your dame any given day
Put the cake in my face
N I let her get it on my lettered shirt
But don't dock my pay
Numbers running like amazing race
We still smoking on the day to day
All these fuckers they been trained for fake
I ain't tripping know what lane to take
Been a minute since I started these written's
I pardon these bitches tripping they ain't part of the vision
All these fuckers they been hard in they mentions
I pardon again these fuckers they just starved for attention
That's weak shit
Louis v's double g's Bape tees always be my weakness
I don't preach shit
I'm from the land where the fiends and the freaks live
All hail to your demons all hail to the g's spent
Macy's to Nemans I face these seasons
Trying to get a ice game cold with a Rollie looking like a
Motherfucker out here laced with sequence like
I'm out my mind
I'm outta line
I know the signs
Pay em no mind
I'm out my mind
I'm outta lines
I know the signs
Pay em no mind
Way too outta line pray for yours I pray for mine
Way too outta line I'm so fucking out my mind
Swerving I cant see the signs
Curving if they come for mine
Switching lanes tinted ride
Paper planes flying high
Way too outta line pray for yours I pray for mine
Way too outta line I'm so fucking out my mind
Swerving I cant see the signs
Curving if they come for mine
Switching lanes tinted ride
Paper planes flying high
Credits
Writer(s): Nathan Castro
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