Out of Place
i been feeling out of place
i been tryna get a plate
i been running like a race
you can see it in my face
i been feeling out of place
i been tryna get a plate
i been running like a race
you can see it in my face
i been feeling out of place
i been tryna get a plate
i been running like a race
you can see it in my face
Every day im feeling great, every day i deal with hate
every day i over think, every day is a debate
i been tryna meditate, letting go of all the hate
roll it all up in a jay, burn it all away today
took a tab float away, trippy mane trippy days
living life in a haze, i dont care what they say
i could die any day so im living life my way
you can die any day if you get in my way
got a bag, fill it up
stacking money to the ceiling
big 40 keep it tucked
get to talkin, then it spittin
i cant think, i just do
and the money keep on coming
i cant stop, i just work
and the pressure keep on coming
got a pound, break it down
weight it out, get a bag
got a sale, fuck a scale
weigh it out with my mind
smokin like uncle sam
can't leave a nug behind
smokin like uncle sam
can't leave a nug behind
i been feeling out of place
i been tryna get a plate
i been running like a race
you can see it in my face
i been feeling out of place
i been tryna get a plate
i been running like a race
you can see it in my face
i been tryna get a plate
i been running like a race
you can see it in my face
i been feeling out of place
i been tryna get a plate
i been running like a race
you can see it in my face
i been feeling out of place
i been tryna get a plate
i been running like a race
you can see it in my face
Every day im feeling great, every day i deal with hate
every day i over think, every day is a debate
i been tryna meditate, letting go of all the hate
roll it all up in a jay, burn it all away today
took a tab float away, trippy mane trippy days
living life in a haze, i dont care what they say
i could die any day so im living life my way
you can die any day if you get in my way
got a bag, fill it up
stacking money to the ceiling
big 40 keep it tucked
get to talkin, then it spittin
i cant think, i just do
and the money keep on coming
i cant stop, i just work
and the pressure keep on coming
got a pound, break it down
weight it out, get a bag
got a sale, fuck a scale
weigh it out with my mind
smokin like uncle sam
can't leave a nug behind
smokin like uncle sam
can't leave a nug behind
i been feeling out of place
i been tryna get a plate
i been running like a race
you can see it in my face
i been feeling out of place
i been tryna get a plate
i been running like a race
you can see it in my face
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Writer(s): Andrew Foti
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