"Out The Box" lyrics
(Rippa on the beat, bitch)
Everybody suprised, but I'm not surprising
I know they regret, they ain't did me right
Can't eat off my plate, you feel me now
She guz on the vibe, the devil's a lie
Said I'm too fly, I don't even gotta try
She want the neck like a bow-tie
Soon as we done, I'ma tell her bye-bye
She tryna sleep here, well, nice try
Was a nice guy, but now I'm evil
Got bit by the snake, [?]
I'm a prophet, but nah, I ain't Jesus
I'm that lil' nigga, turn thugs to believers
Dropped outta school, making more than my teacher
Don't know what to get rich, think I should teach her
Fuck who you is, I need ten for the feature
No disrespect, but you need me, I don't need ya
[?] on the reefer, they got me on papers
Still tote my Glock, the one with the laser
Knew she was fast, still gotta chase her
Dead to me now, I'm still tryna save her
Got them old hundreds, been saving since Sega
I ball on you niggas like Create-A-Player
Thuggin' outside, ain't have no cable
Now I'm being watched by a few major labels
I just linked up with that body ho Rachel
She sucking my dick 'til I give her a facial
Kodak and Jack stick together like Play-Doh
Was out on the block while you play with Lego
I won't stop robbing, won't tell on my neighbor
Jackboy season, I creep through the shadow
Pull out the gun, don't wanna rap battle
I'm tryna rock out, keep that heavy metal
Was in my cell, jacking off with a [?]
Had my eyes closed, acting like it was RiRi
Nurse walking by, made sure that she see me
She be like, "You nasty," be like, "Ho, eat me"
Never did time, that's why you can't feel me
Not like these rappers, I give you the real me
Can't buy my music, burn it on CD
I don't rap for a check, just want you to hear me
Keep that shit real, was finna quit music
My momma say, "Do it," that's why I'ma do it
This my new drug, I'm 'bout to abuse it
I'm seeing voices, I'm still 'bout to loose it
I spit, I'm a genius, I swear I go stupid
My new bitch, she foreign [?]
Still keep a tool even when I be screwing
In case it's a set up, I'm busting and shooting
Been in three programs, in prison twice
Twenty years old, been a thug all my life
I was a felon 'fore I had a bike
Eleven years old, went to jail for a night
Tryna chill out, tryna live right
Chasing my dream, go to sleep with the mic
Run up that bag in a couple of nights
More money than you and you worked all your life, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Run up that bag in a couple of nights
More money than you and you worked all your life
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Everybody suprised, but I'm not surprising
I know they regret, they ain't did me right
Can't eat off my plate, you feel me now
She guz on the vibe, the devil's a lie
Said I'm too fly, I don't even gotta try
She want the neck like a bow-tie
Soon as we done, I'ma tell her bye-bye
She tryna sleep here, well, nice try
Was a nice guy, but now I'm evil
Got bit by the snake, [?]
I'm a prophet, but nah, I ain't Jesus
I'm that lil' nigga, turn thugs to believers
Dropped outta school, making more than my teacher
Don't know what to get rich, think I should teach her
Fuck who you is, I need ten for the feature
No disrespect, but you need me, I don't need ya
[?] on the reefer, they got me on papers
Still tote my Glock, the one with the laser
Knew she was fast, still gotta chase her
Dead to me now, I'm still tryna save her
Got them old hundreds, been saving since Sega
I ball on you niggas like Create-A-Player
Thuggin' outside, ain't have no cable
Now I'm being watched by a few major labels
I just linked up with that body ho Rachel
She sucking my dick 'til I give her a facial
Kodak and Jack stick together like Play-Doh
Was out on the block while you play with Lego
I won't stop robbing, won't tell on my neighbor
Jackboy season, I creep through the shadow
Pull out the gun, don't wanna rap battle
I'm tryna rock out, keep that heavy metal
Was in my cell, jacking off with a [?]
Had my eyes closed, acting like it was RiRi
Nurse walking by, made sure that she see me
She be like, "You nasty," be like, "Ho, eat me"
Never did time, that's why you can't feel me
Not like these rappers, I give you the real me
Can't buy my music, burn it on CD
I don't rap for a check, just want you to hear me
Keep that shit real, was finna quit music
My momma say, "Do it," that's why I'ma do it
This my new drug, I'm 'bout to abuse it
I'm seeing voices, I'm still 'bout to loose it
I spit, I'm a genius, I swear I go stupid
My new bitch, she foreign [?]
Still keep a tool even when I be screwing
In case it's a set up, I'm busting and shooting
Been in three programs, in prison twice
Twenty years old, been a thug all my life
I was a felon 'fore I had a bike
Eleven years old, went to jail for a night
Tryna chill out, tryna live right
Chasing my dream, go to sleep with the mic
Run up that bag in a couple of nights
More money than you and you worked all your life, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Run up that bag in a couple of nights
More money than you and you worked all your life
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
