[ Featuring MR.J ]
Outiders, MR.J (MR.J)
Ayo, pass me the mic here a minute, let's get it
Possibilies - Grace and Frankie drinkin' some peyote tea
Act like I'm supposed to be, now people start to notice me
I'm comin' through the crowd, I hear I'm screamin' real loud
It's just a vision I envision when I sleep, it's like a premonition
I got a lot to say in this lyrical flowin
You can't let it pass away in this miracle moment
But if you really wanna stay then this is empirical growin
Just know you really are my world, like on a spherical token
Bring it to the front, bring it to the back
Everybody want me to show 'em where it's at
You ain't even close to compete with my stats
Sayin' that you're poppin' but I see your lines flat
Pull up in the Projects, Zone 6
Hop-up out the 'Jag & zoned six
That's just a drag I won't fix
Roll another six in the 666
Bap, bap, bap, stayin' in the trap
Lookin' up front so I'm never lookin' back
Never lookin' back? Never lookin' back
Eyes on the price so I keep it on track
Bap-bap-bap, stayin' in the trap
Lookin' up front so I'm never lookin' back
Never lookin' back? never lookin' back
Eyes on the prize, so I'm keepin' it on task
Came straight out the pussy, now I'm handin' out abortions
Came straight in the pussy, it still landed on the floor
Shit, since birth, been droppin' more hits, hip-hop or horrorcore shit
Stop when the boss talking, I got the f*ckin' floor, kid
Treatin' rappers in my set like the nerdy kid at lunchtime
Let me show you suckaz how to motherf*ckin' punchline
Everybody spit they minutes, when am I gon' bust mine?
Got the home court advantage (so I) hope you like the bus ride
Come bearing gifts, you could call me the Sultan
Give this bitch a filthy mixture, causin' some convulsions
Society ain't right for me, I lie out of compulsion
Told them they were safe, I may have been a little wrong, shit
Comin' from the bottom, took a rocket to the top
Turned back, for some change, checked my pockets and I dropped it
Then I passed motherf*ckers headin' back, had to walk it
Masked up, gettin' hostile when I'm snatchin' a rock
Motherf*ckers better put the cash in the drop
You don't really wanna feel the wrath of a boss
Plastered - on my ass, fallin' off
One of these motherf*ckers better pass me the scotch
I've been crazy, a little hazy, tippin'
Hot-headed? Maybe, a little shady, isn't it?
Hear me the radio, lil' lazy dip-shits think they write like me but try to change the image
F*ck that shit, I'm about my business
Barkin' like a f*ckin' rottweiler in this
Rollin' up some J's, would you count my pinners?
Earned respect from the scene I've put countless hits in
Bounced in this bitch with an ounce in a zip-up
Spit it with precision from the mouth like a sip-cup
Never rollin' lonely, bring the hounds for a pick-up
Think you know me, homie, then your town gets split up
Pullin' up, pullin' up, pull-up on point
Rollin' up, rollin' up, roll up a joint
Spendin' all, spendin' all, spendin' our coins
Fed em packets, no fentanyl joints
Never left me if you never left town
You can put it ontop, but you can't fit my crown
King of these streets while they askin' around
So now that I'm hot they be likin' my sound
Pullin' up, pullin' up, pull-up on point
Rollin' up, rollin' up, roll up a joint
Spendin' all, spendin' all, spendin' our coins
Fed em packets, no fentanyl joints
Never left me if you never left town
You can put it ontop, but you can't fit my crown
King of these streets while they askin' around
So now that I'm hot they be likin' my sound
2017 Outriders Music Inc.™(est.2014)
