"Nearest Exit" lyrics
Yeah
Ayo, turn me up on the fuckin' head
You ain't know the fucking vibes, bitch
Yeah, ay
Flame on, find the nearest exit (Yeah)
I don't take no pics with other bitches 'cause my bitch is too possessive (Yeah)
I was in the park like Eric (Eric)
Now I'm movin' South, makin' plays to raise the metrics (Woo)
No more Mr. Nice Guy, I'm ruthless and aggressive
From the era with an attitude, I get this shit progressive (Progressive)
Fuck it, give me all the shine, I need it while I'm present (I need it)
'Cause one day when I die, I know they'll say I was a legend (Was a legend)
Killin' these pussies like [sticklers?] (Yeah)
Speaking in code, why you cryptic? (Woo)
Think about 'fore you burnin' these bridges
They tried to take mine, but I made it out livid
They made me a livin', I'm burnin' the crowd, wait
Stompin' like Rollins, I'm burnin' it down
Send me the addy, I'm bustin' 'em out
She off the addy's, we up for a while, oh (Yeah, uh)
She wan' know you, eat this bitch at the picnic
Said that I'm different, call me eccentric (So different, bro)
Had no connection, but the sex was electric
After it's back to the trenches (Uh)
Maybe I should start livin' so reckless (Yeah)
Darkest light, it's all part of my message (Yeah)
Do this shit, put it all in these records (Oh)
Ayy, they said my rap career was unlikely (It's true, it's true, it's true)
So why your little brother wanna be just like me? (Aight)
Yeah, producers try to hit me with a real, steep price (Real, steep price)
I might do my next album on "type beats" (Yeah), Cole World get zesty
Move, why you go so hard? Got somethin' to prove
And my heart so cold, and my blood turn blue
If they bury me now, it's a golden tomb
Uh (Oh), yeah, she lovin' the style, lovin' the crew
I was bein' real, she think that I'm rude
You wanna eat like me, but sheesh, you ain't nothin' but food, uh
All the London girls say I'm cheeky, I'm peekin', and she cheeky too (Shit fat, baby)
Ay, that's her BM, yeah, she DM me, she think that I'm, think that I'm cute, uh (Come through)
Shoot out the roof, got me feelin' like Doom
Big boy moves, why you talk so brute? You ain't got no proof
All you do is talk, none better than dude
Ayo, turn me up on the fuckin' head
You ain't know the fucking vibes, bitch
Yeah, ay
Flame on, find the nearest exit (Yeah)
I don't take no pics with other bitches 'cause my bitch is too possessive (Yeah)
I was in the park like Eric (Eric)
Now I'm movin' South, makin' plays to raise the metrics (Woo)
No more Mr. Nice Guy, I'm ruthless and aggressive
From the era with an attitude, I get this shit progressive (Progressive)
Fuck it, give me all the shine, I need it while I'm present (I need it)
'Cause one day when I die, I know they'll say I was a legend (Was a legend)
Killin' these pussies like [sticklers?] (Yeah)
Speaking in code, why you cryptic? (Woo)
Think about 'fore you burnin' these bridges
They tried to take mine, but I made it out livid
They made me a livin', I'm burnin' the crowd, wait
Stompin' like Rollins, I'm burnin' it down
Send me the addy, I'm bustin' 'em out
She off the addy's, we up for a while, oh (Yeah, uh)
She wan' know you, eat this bitch at the picnic
Said that I'm different, call me eccentric (So different, bro)
Had no connection, but the sex was electric
After it's back to the trenches (Uh)
Maybe I should start livin' so reckless (Yeah)
Darkest light, it's all part of my message (Yeah)
Do this shit, put it all in these records (Oh)
Ayy, they said my rap career was unlikely (It's true, it's true, it's true)
So why your little brother wanna be just like me? (Aight)
Yeah, producers try to hit me with a real, steep price (Real, steep price)
I might do my next album on "type beats" (Yeah), Cole World get zesty
Move, why you go so hard? Got somethin' to prove
And my heart so cold, and my blood turn blue
If they bury me now, it's a golden tomb
Uh (Oh), yeah, she lovin' the style, lovin' the crew
I was bein' real, she think that I'm rude
You wanna eat like me, but sheesh, you ain't nothin' but food, uh
All the London girls say I'm cheeky, I'm peekin', and she cheeky too (Shit fat, baby)
Ay, that's her BM, yeah, she DM me, she think that I'm, think that I'm cute, uh (Come through)
Shoot out the roof, got me feelin' like Doom
Big boy moves, why you talk so brute? You ain't got no proof
All you do is talk, none better than dude
