Outro Lyrics by Chillinit
This the outro, here we is-is this the outro?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, Lord, oh, Lord, oh, Lord
Fuck love, only love that I need’s
From my team and my wife what I mean, oh, Lord, oh, Lord, yeah
I don’t care anymore
Yeah, yeah, like LaMelo, I ball, yeah
It’s my glow up from gloom this my record from my MF to DOOM
Upon ya FM, never question to lose
I make a rep at disrespecting all ya steps and ya rules
I’m on a set, gotta rep, the teachers kept me a fool
I played it cool though, uh, since I exit the womb
Yeah, my dudes knew I’m the dude that got the doobies and fumes
And we blew, but I knew I had ‘em, sessions in bloom
They consume like every breath in every second we do like
I can step in a tomb with a groove
Like Tutankhamen with the ramen and noodles
That be my karma though, yeah, yeah, blessed in the bloom
And who knew? With every blessing, brings the stress to consume
Every problem [?] problems [?]
I could boom, that’s why I’m better off just left in a room
So let me pop this pill, festered my whos
Whats and wheres, I don’t care about exceptional views
So fuck ya Hilton suite, who’s countin’? A hundred fifty feet
Above the clouds, premier like I’m fifty deep
Fifty Gs, twenty-one questions like it’s a 50 beat
This the bounce, don’t fuck the count, we ain’t no Freddy, Gs
I ain’t thuggin’ for ya watch ice
Now’days, I’m stashin’ merch money for my stock price
Focused like Will Smith, my Baywatch like
Carmen Elec’ and my homies harmin’ my rep
The bars’ll reflect, a puzzle left for fans to connect
Like dots, I’m so in depth, deep dive and go net
When I die, these flow patterns that I left are little pieces of the heart in my chest
That I can part with the death
[?] smokin’ broccoli [?]
I’m blowin’ cassettes, medicinal, I’m blowin’ this deck
Stay away from cell phones and get recorded by feds
What fuckin’ plans? Same shit never ends
It’s on loop, hoop-de-hoop, got unusual zen
My bro’s at peace, why I choose to repent
They want a piece, face demons, don’t confuse me with them
I seen evil, one take, spiritually, I’m on ten
435HZ on ya screen: HD
Order more, I might just order more and cop a AP
A G, I could move E like Kevin Spacey
And get fool back Connor Tracey, break free
Uh, take a chance at this level
Welcome to the industry of rap, heavy metal
This the shit if the Angels took a second just to dip and met
Satan for exchanges for a dance with the Devil
Cold, I hit impossible targets
I proper just bar and I cop me the charges and pop from the darkness
Strike with the arsenal like Trossard and Saka
Got a box up in the back, the way I cross is retarded
Hit the target like I shop cheap, cross to the Father
[?] got it from the moment I started
Was onto F1, it’s like a tyre track
Driftin’ while my sister’s brigs in cargo on a wiretap
We trust a bar if he’s lyin’, we might buy it back
And rip ‘im, clip ‘im and send in on ‘is viper chat
Fuck off, spirits stacked like bottles shops
So much money, drawers are like a bank, my rims are Commonwealth
James Bond, 007, got the proper stealth
Cruise along the watchtower, they call me Jimi Hendrix doin’ voodoo
This in charge, play your blues clue
I could get you AirBNB like it was Bluetooth
I could get you rare [?] condition like a [?]
Talkin’ ‘bout the beef: that’s some rare shit your crew do
Pop said, “Don’t pay attention to the who’s
Who and what’s what”, this my final goodbye, so do you, yeah