Outta State
[Extra P] Yeah.. yeah.. everything's real
Chorus: Akinyel
I got all my life to liv
and I got so much love to giv
But I gotta survive, and make papes outta stat
I'm ready to make papes outta state, ma
I got all my life to liv
and I got so much love to giv
But I gotta survive, and make papes outta stat
I'm ready to make papes outta stat
[Akinyele
Ak to the Nel to the LE, I'm tryin hard as hel
to pick my future before my future picks m
Twenty-one years of AGE, not with minimum WAG
Don't ever seem like I'ma get paid rhymin on the STAG
College, I always dreamt of tryin it; the only problem her
I don't seem to meet financial aid requirement
Locked writin rhymes in the crib -- when would I get out
Seems like I'm pushin yo a hip-hop bi
At home the vibes don't feel righ
My parents keep lookin at me as if I'm some type of parasit
My moms seperated from her spous
The oldest of two kids, it's my job to play man of the hous
That means gettin off my ASS, makin immediate CAS
That broke shit, save it for an orthopedic CAS
I get road maps, learned the interstat
Shit I'm headed out state to make papes; ma
Choru
[Akinyele
I'm ready to get up on a scam tri
The I-95 outta state to make the damn loot flip
First I need a crackhead with a credit car
So he can head uptown and purchase me a rented ca
Just make sure that it's blac
And take off the rearview mirrors cause it ain't no lookin bac
I'm goin one deep, in the driver's sea
Throwin the vegetarian book cause I'm ready for bee
I got a three-hundred and fifty-seven, faren-degrees-hei
of HEAT, better known as a burner on the STREE
Cool, I got the keys to the CA
Accelerate on the gas, and have the rubber burn u
on the TAR, I'm out to get money real FA
I hear my moms voice, {singing} "I'm wishin on a star!!"
But I got to go far ma! {sing} "But I could wonder where you are!"
On the streets just DELIVERIN, package
so I can just relax and get some type of LIVI
Think that it is when it ISN'
Easy to see a family, suffer from povery, as bein GIVE
Man, like heck, and when I get bac
I'ma rip up them welfare check
I got a new nine to five mom, so don't wait up lat
My job's located outta stat
Choru
[Akinyele
I reached my destiny and my goa
I done flashed right past the dumb-ass highway patro
If everything goes well I'm in it to win i
I'm tryin to find a hotel so I can rest up for a minut
A round of crackheads gonna show me -- neighborhood clowns
fear me up and down cause they really don't know m
But all my hits, I see them scopin out the cli
They wanna get open, I can let shit rip
Whatever is broke got to be fixed, twenty dimes and nick
Step into my house made of brick
My man gave me work, home on credi
You think that I'm comin back?Tch, black he can forget i
Cause I got moves to BAKE, no time to be FAK
Bad enough gotta watch out for a SNAKE called JAK
Money nonstop, kept in the hus
At twelve o'clock, I'ma catch, huh, the midnight bu
And watch the dough flow like wate
I'm not Taco Bell but hell I'ma make a run for the borde
I feel odd, like a extraterrestrial left alon
A calling card number, so I could phone hom
to let my people know my mission went grea
on my great escape to outta stat
Rest in peace to my little brother Donnie Bo
Rest in peace to my man Raki
Rest in peace to my man, named Understandin
Rest in peace, umm, to Atib
Rest in peace to my man Wilson from Exena Stree
Rest in peace, to all my other peep
Also rest in peace, to my man T-Bon
You know I ain't forget yo
Yeah yeah, and I'm.. and I'm.. and I'm.
and I'm.. and I'm OUT!!*echoes*
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