I'm Going Out (feat. Lil' Cease)

Going out ****

Big guns and sharp knives

Revolvers cause automatics jams at the wrong time, I'm going out

Fights with the brass knuckles

Swinging belts catching ****'s with the buckle, fuck it, I'm going out

Like I ain't got nothing to live

Like as if you had guns to my kids, fuck going all out

Yo, you know the type that style and shit that rise my dick

Pop me a **** quicker than police

Leave more wounds than a whole room full of chicks

You running while I'm gunning 'cause you a bitch

I heard ****'s talking like they going to dead mines

I got enough guns we can make the headlines

I'm from a place where the realest **** get murdered

And the illest **** try to avoid it, but can't call it

It's a cold world, bundle up

Keep your heat on at all times and never freeze up

And your eyes blink you could catch a hole in your tank

Have you leaking all over the place

Watch how you speak

And watch how you move through the streets

I got a mob with ****'s with heat

We live but I squeeze for we think

Breath before it's too late

Up, you fucked up and got laid to sleep

I'm going out with big guns and sharp knives

Revolvers cause automatics jams at the wrong time, I'm going out

Fights with the brass knuckles

Swinging belts catching ****'s with the buckle, fuck it, I'm going out

Like I ain't got nothing to live

Like as if you had guns to my kids, fuck going all out

For the big checks and large faces mansions

And my thugs would do the same for me

I'm going out like a **** that he never have nothing

Fuck it, I ain't fronting

If I want to know I got to go out like a navy seal

Label me I'll you sling thrills

Meet you on top of the hills screaming dollar bills

Going out like a **** you just smacked

His moms in the cut plotting patients and calm

Putting on everything that I love and stand for

Getting bent up in the pub till five in the morn'

Going out like a **** with six days to live

And like a single parents raising a kid now that's a big

Going out like a **** with shit touching his rib

You got more than necessary than a **** went dead

Going out for my ****'s see this gat in my hand

You better back the fuck up what part didn't you understand

Heaven I, aim straight at your thyroid glands

Must've not been really your man those ****'s that ran, I'm going out

With big guns and sharp knives

Revolvers cause automatics jams at the wrong time, I'm going out

Fights with the brass knuckles

Swinging belts catching ****'s with the buckle, fuck it, I'm going out

Like I ain't got nothing to live

Like as if you had guns to my kids, fuck going all out

For the big checks and large faces mansions

And my thugs would do the same for me

We do it well clip ****'s like nails

Catch cases, skip bail

I lie fore I chital die in the sitel

Pop guns with the chitel

Fuck a bitch just to getsel

Rap style smoother than C Lin the K on the D L

Line for line you can detail

Choked more ****'s than Sprewell

Rap style Pelo, watch me blow like tornadoes

Clear the block out with just an echo

Trust me, ****'s don't want me see let go

****'s don't want to see the Tek blow

Watch me blow the crowd like techno music, ****

When it come to murder you know we do it for the chorus

Fuck lying on the Lord ain't worth dying for it

I rather die fucking raw or walking on a mine in the cold war

My dogs got my shoulders with T'd up machine guns

All my ****'s soldiers with big grenades throw them in your rover

Send prodigy to check the scene when it's over

****'s animals coming back for leftovers, all out ****

I'm going out with big guns and sharp knives

Revolvers cause automatics jams at the wrong time, I'm going out

Fights with the brass knuckles

Swinging belts catching ****'s with the buckle, fuck it, I'm going out

Like I ain't got nothing to live

Like as if you had guns to my kids, fuck going all out

For the big checks and large faces mansions

And my thugs would do the same for me

I'm going out

I'm going out

I'm going out