Get Out (feat. Propain)

Oowee Gunpowder residue on his hands Another nigga killed by the hands of his brother, man Shit, it's hard to understand how we can hate our own kind But every time it was my own kind that brought my home crying Niggas that look like me in front of my house blowing my home down Bullets ripping the bricks while my stepmama on the floor crying Situations like this could tear a family for a long time Traumatized for three years every time she hear a door slide Niggas weren't really tryna catch no bodies shooting at door signs But when you young that's how hoes slide But I was different Ever since a youngin' I been with the run down business Standing over a nigga like I was 'posed to rise but no hoop pictures Chrysler Sebring's the best cars but still some coupes missing Let the tops down and start whistling like my tooth missing Every time my foot down in the streets like my shoe missing When I retaliate, somebody known in your crew missing Time I did in jail brought me home on a new mission Found out niggas hoes so I'd rather trap with two bitches Do your boy a favor, now he coming up with new wishes As soon as you say no, now you fake, bro, and you tripping Tried to teach the new ones space to grow but they too ig'nant Cause all they worried about is Gucci belts and fuckin' new bitches How can I love my brother when he want to take my whole image? But instead of learn how, he wanna straight draw it down and steal it Aye, what do we dribble out this motherfucker? Rap metaphors will riddle out this motherfucker Work second floor hospital out his motherfucker? (Man) We gots to get out up this motherfucker (Mane) Times get ugly, gotta bust a move (Yeah) All we know is turning 1's to 2's (Aye) Back to the wild, I'm standing on 10 (Standing on 10) In it for life, you know what it is Yeah, look It's crack fumes in my nose, it's pissy on the couch Roof leaking making holes that's dripping in the house Eviction notice on the door, they bout to kick em out Watch your mama struggle or get dough, nigga, pick a route And as she sit though see outside lord them trenches Why these youngins selling dope to they own family Just to drip the style Niggas seen the scene they taking pleads They scared to reach the trial Cause judges hanging niggas without ropes and they ain't getting out Old folks is rarely big enough to put these pistols down But riddle how, they killing over dimes we in a different time You never stepped a foot inside that church God seen them signs Our hands up, the police still shooting like its Miller time The hood hurt, broke as a joke and this ain't Richard Pryor So niggas ain't trying to flip no burgers They tryna flip a pound Hoes will set you up you better watching who you kissing now The delto rises and hoes slip em down, facts Its like these niggas turn snake when they digits down And love ain't real they ain't in movies like it's Tinseltown Crabs in a bucket, you come up they try and clip you down And we ain't recognize we all kings because we missing crimes So it's a few vultures in my past, I don't miss em now Folks hate to see you getting a bag it bring they feelings down And count a nigga out then well fuck em we gon kill em now Started from the floor bitch now we in the sky Aye, what do we dribble out this motherfucker? Rap metaphors will riddle out this motherfucker Work second floor hospital out his motherfucker? (Man) We gots to get out up this motherfucker (Mane) Times get ugly, gotta bust a move (Yeah) All we know is turning 1's to 2's (Aye) Back to the wild, I'm standing on 10 (Standing on 10) In it for life, you know what it is