"Out There" lyrics
Well, the first thing I want to say is
They say real recognize real
The dollar bill will
Exercise our ills
E
Frauds is thoroughly camouflaged and fatigued in the field
Be careful who you believe
The pills
Is dealed like plastic
Proceeds go towards the buying of caprice classics
With the wheels
To match it
So, they can mack it
Like an automatic weapon
Stepping off into traffic
Like check 'em
Tears roll down the eyes
Of the rides
Inside of a funeral procession
Here lies
With Xs in his eyes
The unguided misdirected
Squad cars roll past and laugh
Out there
They say the streets is a demon in a dress
With dollar signs in her eyes and semen on her breath
Scantly clad, no panties, deep-throating in an alley
Aging badly
In sunglasses, you pretty
Slain boyfriend names is tattooed on her titties
Sprinkling greed, ignorance, and envy inside of a Philly
Hennessey tears
Ass'll bring your enemies here
Flirt with your flaws 'til you run up in a brawl
Out there
Out there
Out there
And they say
They say the game is the belly of a beast
Blunts for fingers and hollow tips for teeth
Wiretaps for ears; Nike Airs for feet
Blasphemy for prayers; a system for a heart
Rap music for beats; heroin for a son
And it's married to the streets
Crack pipes for lungs
And he never sleeps
Just spies
With dice in his eyes
Loves life, 'cause he likes when it dies
With a baking-soda soul, he cough up pleasure
Clothes made out of dollar bills that he sewed together
He knows, he's clever
Jail is his house
All the liquor that's poured out
Goes right in his mouth
Rides around on a stray bullet
With prostitutes, pimps, dope dealers
And killers
Tied to it to pull it
A TV in his head
Strippers slide down his legs
And he's known to ride around with the Feds
Out there
But righteousness is a father teaching his kids that what's better than wealth, is the respect in the self
Out there
A pistol-packing old lady standing up to the dope dealers on the block, making sure her presence is felt
A teacher teaching that thinking is cool
Listen: before you mention I met in school
Turn 'em into fools
Out there
Keeping God first, Lupe is here
F-N-F up, homie, I'll see you out there
They say real recognize real
The dollar bill will
Exercise our ills
E
Frauds is thoroughly camouflaged and fatigued in the field
Be careful who you believe
The pills
Is dealed like plastic
Proceeds go towards the buying of caprice classics
With the wheels
To match it
So, they can mack it
Like an automatic weapon
Stepping off into traffic
Like check 'em
Tears roll down the eyes
Of the rides
Inside of a funeral procession
Here lies
With Xs in his eyes
The unguided misdirected
Squad cars roll past and laugh
Out there
They say the streets is a demon in a dress
With dollar signs in her eyes and semen on her breath
Scantly clad, no panties, deep-throating in an alley
Aging badly
In sunglasses, you pretty
Slain boyfriend names is tattooed on her titties
Sprinkling greed, ignorance, and envy inside of a Philly
Hennessey tears
Ass'll bring your enemies here
Flirt with your flaws 'til you run up in a brawl
Out there
Out there
Out there
And they say
They say the game is the belly of a beast
Blunts for fingers and hollow tips for teeth
Wiretaps for ears; Nike Airs for feet
Blasphemy for prayers; a system for a heart
Rap music for beats; heroin for a son
And it's married to the streets
Crack pipes for lungs
And he never sleeps
Just spies
With dice in his eyes
Loves life, 'cause he likes when it dies
With a baking-soda soul, he cough up pleasure
Clothes made out of dollar bills that he sewed together
He knows, he's clever
Jail is his house
All the liquor that's poured out
Goes right in his mouth
Rides around on a stray bullet
With prostitutes, pimps, dope dealers
And killers
Tied to it to pull it
A TV in his head
Strippers slide down his legs
And he's known to ride around with the Feds
Out there
But righteousness is a father teaching his kids that what's better than wealth, is the respect in the self
Out there
A pistol-packing old lady standing up to the dope dealers on the block, making sure her presence is felt
A teacher teaching that thinking is cool
Listen: before you mention I met in school
Turn 'em into fools
Out there
Keeping God first, Lupe is here
F-N-F up, homie, I'll see you out there
