Out There

Hey, pass me a beer, man

Here you go

Man, that **** been standing

Over there in the same goddamn spot

Slanging that shit about the last four to five days, man

With the same clothes on, ain't even been home yet

I don't even think so

I wonder if he smoking or selling that shit

He had to be smoking or snorting something

To be up for them four to five days

I heard he shot somebody, man

For real?

That's the reason why he probably can't go home

Yeah, you know the watch call been missing too, man

I think that's the ****

He supposed to be fronting his money to

That's why the police been driving around so hard

Yeah, burning the spot up, man, yeah, yeah

We might need to go and call 528-CASH on

That **** ass and turn him on in

We need to, man, to make that little change, man

Get some more beers or something

Yeah, we gone do that

Need to hurry up and go turn that **** ass in, man

Make this neighborhood probably a little bit safer, man

A little bit more

At least for us or something, dang

Project Pat, a **** that's down for his crown, man

If your ass step, I'ma be downtown, man

Fourth floor bound, man, that's if I get caught, man

Push me to the edge so it really ain't my fault, man

See, I gotta die, man, don't you even try, man

Enemies gon' bleed once, I let these bullets fly, man

Mama gonna cry, man, I like to get high, man

**** passing plates, snorting line after line, man

I gots to get mine, man, robbing was the crime, man

That a **** did, but I done serve my time, man

Put that all behind, man, get out on the grind, man

Slang some of this dope in the streets or my ride, man

See, I ain't a fool, man, fuck listening to you, man

Why you in my grill?

And you knowing we ain't cool, man

Project ain't a duck, man, see I know what's up, man

Get up off my dick like a motherfucking slut, man

Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip

Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips

Watching for the pigs, splitting haters' wigs

Stacking me some grip, player, can you dig?

Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip

Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips

Watching for the pigs, splitting haters' wigs

Stacking me some grip, player, can you dig?

Where I'm from, man, ain't no sunshine

Gonna shine on the dog's ass

If his ass don't get on the grind

Doing time, help a **** out to clear up my head

Used to have a shank and a knife that was by my bed

It was said I would end up dead working in the streets

But the street is the only thing I see paying me

Quarter key, fuck serving deals, rock it to the shake

Slanging guns, slanging TVs

Man, I'm tryna make all I can, my ****

Punch you at a ho's house

Get her drunk, take her to the back, put dick in her mouth

Leave the front door unlocked, my nig', turn the radio

Pull the car up into the yard, cleaning out the hoe

You should know that a burglary really ain't for me

I just got out the 'tentiary, tryna get on my feet

Get the cheese off the merchandise

Went and bought a deal, ****

Please, you say you don't steal, I'ma keep it real

Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip

Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips

Watching for the pigs, splitting haters' wigs

Stacking me some grip, player, can you dig?

Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip

Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips

Watching for the pigs, splitting haters' wigs

Stacking me some grip, player, can you dig?

Haters like to get a player twisted in that bullshit

A game splitter, I'm also a wig splitter

You ass get a shot up by the nine milla'

Your cap, I drilla'

When fucking with a real ****

The chrome trigger shall regulate a punk quicker

The bullet hit you, I'm zoned off that brown liquor

You need you get your nose outta ****' biz

Quit spreading rumors like a motherfucking punk, bitch

My trunk is the bed for a kidnapped victim

Hollow point hit them

Pull out my gun, your hands, you get them

Up in the air because you came to me in error

Don't wanna scare ya

See you manifest the terror

I know these bullets will pop your shit off like a melon

Let's bust it up, man

Fuck, man, who you telling?

It's Armageddon, the north Memphis crack we selling

You pass me that potent weed, is what they yelling

Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip

Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips

Watching for the pigs, splitting haters' wigs...