Out of Line

You out of line, out of line, yo, you totally disrespect A hustler like me, tryna get them
blue checks Say it ain't so, if you like to be controlled
I rap that street shii, cuz I really lived it I'm a CEO, so ain't nothin' you can tell me
I'ma hold shit down, like I'm ten toes down I've been through the most, that's why I keep that toast

I got my cousin Dyson, and my brother Durrell You out of line, out of line, out of line, out of line
You out of line, out of line, out of line, out of line
That's that D.C. flow, that's that Maryland flow That's that Baltimore flow, that's that V.A. flow
That's that New York flow, that's that L.A. flow That's that Memphis flow, that's that Baton Rouge flow

I'm rollin' in my Benzo, I stop and get some petrol I call up A.P., tell him I got another one
He say, big bro, I love you, keep makin' good music It's up to my lord if I reach Billboard
Got that young Dro flow, and that waka flacka too I stay on the front line, that's all the damn time
So just stay on your grind, and don't get out of line I'ma needin' some records, and cash world records

You out of line, out of line, out of line, out of line
That's that D.C. flow, that's that Maryland flow That's that Baltimore flow, that's that V.A. flow
That's that New York flow, that's that L.A. flow That's that Memphis flow, that's that Baton Rouge flow
You out of line, out of line, out of line, out of line



Credits
Writer(s): Maurice Williams
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