D.R. Da Rula - Hear Me Out, Pt. 2 Lyrics

They can't tell if I'm balling or I'm rapping
I've prevailed through all the hate and all the madness
You rather complain than make it happen nigga
I just jumped crispy off the plane
You can call it high fashion
Riding in the city switching lanes like
I got road rage we ain't on the same page I'm in traffic
You can't see my vision wearing glasses
What you want nigga I'm taxing
You don't even own your sauce or your masters

All that fake shit a disease, niggas sickening
Send em to The Doc, I got a script for him
You gotta read between the lines before you pencil in
You gotta get it by yourself when they ain't pitching in
I put in on myself I'm gone get it in
Bitch I took all my f*cking losses to the chinny chin
Bitch I need a dub, I ain't talking bout no twinny twin
Word is the haters live, the real all die in the end

Dog weird keep on telling me he feeling me
Same nigga in the hoes ear, why he mention me?
You cant keep it real with yourself, can't keep it real with me
You can't keep it real with me shit I can't f*ck with you at all
If you can't put in 50 50, we can be involved
All these niggas tweaking best believe it boy I peep it all
I'm tryna feed my dawgs
Niggas wanna turn a nigga down like I'm peaking dog

Still smoking pressure for some issues that can't be resolved
Winter in Miami, rest in peace my muthaf*ckin dog
Told baby girl just stay down she can have it all
I'm getting to the bag
Usher Raymond, you ain't gotta call
You thought I was worried bout the fall, nigga not at all
Im gone get it back like Andre, I'm playing Drummond ball
I don't need my money phone, I wake up hearing money call
These niggas behind, they ain't invested in no hustle dog

Don't get f*cked up being selfless
Out tryna help the next man and you helpless
Niggas going live with my style like Elvis
Riding through the east, plenty green like a Celtic
Sometimes you gotta fall back to get a better view
You don't know yo self so you can never be a better you
Niggas don't shit what I eat so they can't better me
Underdog always come in last like the letter Z

12 Waiting at the underpass, let me do the speed
Y'all be killing kings, Eric G, let a nigga breath
I ain't got no beans officer but I got stupid weed
You look like you need it, let me toss yo ass a couple G's
Leveon bell, when I accel it's just a different speed
Heard the game changing I've been balling in a different league
F*ck it lone wolf, all these pussies niggas switching teams
Put that on my momma you ain't never seen a bitch me nigga

All my shit sound like trap but I don't trap though
Come f*ck with me we gone get you out the trap bro
Hear me out