Get Out of My Way (feat. Young Simba)

Get Out Of My Way

What the fuck did you say

Why ain't you surprised

I got this flow, cause I'm fried

And I be on time

When I'm dropping these rhymes

Yeah

Uh

Aye

I know what I gotta say

I made up my mind yesterday

I hop on this fuckin' plane

I find light when the sun ain't around

Keepin' my head up, it been in the clouds

My diamonds be dancin

My credit it never run out

Creepin' down the block, got Nike on the feet who put the heat on?

Stars in the roof, but the whip is not an Elon

Park it gotta get out my face, you peons

Murderous flow, cause I started as a youngin

I was doin' music, I want it, I run it

So far ahead of the game

Gotta get out my mind state

I been havin' thoughts about boostin' the crime rate

I could give a fuck about placement

I could just travel the world and be so complacent

With how I'm livin, I make a hundred, not millions

I stack it so tall it is touchin' the ceilin

Hundred on the dash, When I turn the keys

All gas, no brakes, we glide, so fly, that's life

Keep my circle tight, uh

Like I'm rollin' dice

I might throw down my chain with the ice

Cause I cannot be humble tonight

I got some weed on my mind

I gotta get that

Hit that

I never should admit that

I smoked it down at a faster pace

Iron lungs, what I'm smokin' stanks

Whole zip, it ain't go to waste

I got bitches who wanna taste

She gon' link up at my place

Then she found out my weed dank

That shit rank

She gon' hit it, then say thanks, uh

Get Out Of My Way

What the fuck did you say

Why ain't you surprised

I got this flow, cause I'm fried

And I be on time

When I'm dropping these rhymes

Droppin these rhymes

No meta

For these hoes

I meta

Couple days ago

Now I change the flow

Who the fuck is better?

Than Young Simba

I'm back and better

The og berretta

Got flow like Ketta Meaan

Lines lobotomy

Inject your arteries with this calamity

Then chill and sip on cabernet

Roll up smoke and anime

Love a Zen day Tim Chalamate

Took a look to the dark side

Where they point the carbine

Everyone else died but the satans lay in satin

So they chillin hope we don't go

To the protest of the U.N.O

I'm just lettin u all know

Young Simba for the better men

I'm a kin to Anakin

These manakins battlin

For hidden sins of richer men

Claimin' they innocent

But use elements

To bomb little kids

Think they heaven sent

Group of chosen men

Israely causin' this

Deceive the average

But not the activist

Smokin' cannabis