letra de out here - rv
[intro]
yo
[verse 1]
let me tell you ’bout these night streets, out here’s cold like ashley (cole)
girls wan’ trap me, moist n-ggas chat grease (moist)
paigons try catch me jumpin’ out of taxis (haha) ’cause of this gang beef, always gotta pack heat (always)
copped a lil’ spinner ting, ain’t nothin’ fancy (light)
you can check my rap sheet
i don’t street fight like zangief (nah)
done a couple stabbings, feds bagged me (jhee)
put me in them handcuffs, free me in the backstreet (stress)
went jail, ‘012, january
got seven years, judge slapped me (slap)
fresh home, i was in the trap, g (trap)
wrapped white, wrapped b
fast food, macd’s
bare different spots, like acne
never had a plan b (no)
had to stack p’s for my unborn yute
had my family stressed, blowin’ mad weed
[?] died and i miss him badly (r.i.p.)
couldn’t walk a mile in my shoes, you’ll be like bambi
[chorus]
i’ve been out here, i can tell you how the roads is, some people ride out (ride out) other people stay posted
some people get rich (rich), other people get ghosted
some people go jail and ask the govs when their soc’ is (by govs)
i’ve been out there, i can tell you how the curbs is
i know what it’s like when you’re waitin’ for your verdict (real talk)
lyin’ to the judge, so you don’t get birded (birded)
let me break it down in my verses (yo)
[verse 2]
n-ggas can’t tell me ’bout jail ’cause i spent time (can’t)
mum come visit me in thameside, stressed out, can tell she been cryin’ (why?)
’cause she had them red eyes and i had the same too ’cause i was blowin’ weed tryna get high
ever since rev died (what?), i’ve been on some tempa t sh-t, on a next hype
beef, i don’t let slide (never), it can be one man or ten guys, darg, i ain’t runnin’, i make lead fly (shoot, shoot)
aim it at his head high ’cause i’d rather get life than let a n-gga end mine
wait, let me tell you ’bout my peb’ line
break down food like an enzyme
money makes me cum and i got a high s-x drive (drillin’ and trappin’)
every n-gga in my set grinds
runnin’ from fed lights ‘cah they carry food like intestines
in the trap, like dead mice tryna go from a peddle bike to an x5
you know how it gets like
[chorus]
i’ve been out here, i can tell you how the roads is, some people ride out (ride out) other people stay posted
some people get rich (rich), other people get ghosted
some people go jail and ask the govs when their soc’ is (by govs)
i’ve been out there, i can tell you how the curbs is
i know what it’s like when you’re waitin’ for your verdict (real talk)
lyin’ to the judge, so you don’t get birded (birded)
let me break it down in my verses (yo)
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