Outta World
Summer's over now and i'm closin' the gates on my heart again
Can't repeat a year mistake, I rather write out my sleave again
Keep that head up bro, i'm right behind ya no matter where you go
Ain't nothin' stoppin' if we keep it tight cause we livin' to sixty-fo
Winter's comin' and I already had to put my love on cold
Still here wit' the same secrets my nigga no matter who you told
Ain't no draggin' down wit' my past n' shit imma keep it youngin'
Mind outta world wit' fill of dreams n' goals I know that's for certain
Ain't no fuckin' wit' me now, go back home and keep ya clout
Stuck on that g-a-y fact and they out here tryna cast me out
Like runnin' up yo name on my list of niggas that might sell me out
Like men who use their past to keep it motion is how we make em' now
Better you than me snappin'
Don't fight just keep trappin'
No matter how hard I keep tryin' to show love they stay cappin'
Lettin' all these bands stress me out than a bitch is I get down
See how you kiss my ass so much and this mistletoe got you pined down
Fuck a trick, I bust a move, I picket pocket yo mind n' sum
Fuck I look like holdin' my hands out when you ain't never'd offered none?
Bein' da realist clown gon' leave you a messy face when it's said n' done
Bein' da realist nigga on my block gon' shine us together on sum sun
Someone tell 504 to 10-4 my brothers and let em' in
Think i'm acrobatic the way I be flippin' on these acts again
If we catch yo dawg out lackin' then we gon' send em' to da den
Treat like it's means to end, on my ten, this for da gen
Watch these commas stack
Don't attack
Cause we'll double back
Grip da tube n' squeeze
Out sum cheese
Lure out them fuckin' rats
Ain't no time to kick it wit' you niggas ya'll on sum drugs n' crack
You a leader, feeder, breather of da realist than we a fuckin' match
Summer's over now and i'm closin' the gates on my heart again
Can't repeat a year mistake, I rather write out my sleave again
Keep that head up bro, i'm right behind ya no matter where you go
Ain't nothin' stoppin' if we keep it tight cause we livin' to sixty-fo
Winter's comin' and I already had to put my love on cold
Still here wit' the same secrets my nigga no matter who you told
Ain't no draggin' down wit' my past n' shit imma keep it youngin'
Mind outta world wit' fill of dreams n' goals I know that's for certain
Can't repeat a year mistake, I rather write out my sleave again
Keep that head up bro, i'm right behind ya no matter where you go
Ain't nothin' stoppin' if we keep it tight cause we livin' to sixty-fo
Winter's comin' and I already had to put my love on cold
Still here wit' the same secrets my nigga no matter who you told
Ain't no draggin' down wit' my past n' shit imma keep it youngin'
Mind outta world wit' fill of dreams n' goals I know that's for certain
Ain't no fuckin' wit' me now, go back home and keep ya clout
Stuck on that g-a-y fact and they out here tryna cast me out
Like runnin' up yo name on my list of niggas that might sell me out
Like men who use their past to keep it motion is how we make em' now
Better you than me snappin'
Don't fight just keep trappin'
No matter how hard I keep tryin' to show love they stay cappin'
Lettin' all these bands stress me out than a bitch is I get down
See how you kiss my ass so much and this mistletoe got you pined down
Fuck a trick, I bust a move, I picket pocket yo mind n' sum
Fuck I look like holdin' my hands out when you ain't never'd offered none?
Bein' da realist clown gon' leave you a messy face when it's said n' done
Bein' da realist nigga on my block gon' shine us together on sum sun
Someone tell 504 to 10-4 my brothers and let em' in
Think i'm acrobatic the way I be flippin' on these acts again
If we catch yo dawg out lackin' then we gon' send em' to da den
Treat like it's means to end, on my ten, this for da gen
Watch these commas stack
Don't attack
Cause we'll double back
Grip da tube n' squeeze
Out sum cheese
Lure out them fuckin' rats
Ain't no time to kick it wit' you niggas ya'll on sum drugs n' crack
You a leader, feeder, breather of da realist than we a fuckin' match
Summer's over now and i'm closin' the gates on my heart again
Can't repeat a year mistake, I rather write out my sleave again
Keep that head up bro, i'm right behind ya no matter where you go
Ain't nothin' stoppin' if we keep it tight cause we livin' to sixty-fo
Winter's comin' and I already had to put my love on cold
Still here wit' the same secrets my nigga no matter who you told
Ain't no draggin' down wit' my past n' shit imma keep it youngin'
Mind outta world wit' fill of dreams n' goals I know that's for certain
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Writer(s): Je'von Smith
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