Get Outta Town

Kenny Diaz ft. SP12ver ft. A-Butta, BEN.Y., A.L. (All Lyrics), and Wordsworth - “Get Outta Town”
[Emcee(s): A-Butta, BEN.Y. (AKA Benny Blanco), and A.L. (All Lyrics)]
[Producer(s): SP12ver (AKA Kenny Diaz)]
[Hook: Wordsworth]

[Verse 1: A-Butta]
I drink
Henny with Ali’ from NE to Cali, my team
Rally with medallions on their neck, my queen
Jump upon your pawns and bomb your set, it’s like
A chess game, money and moves, a hundred-proof and cran-
-berry juice. Let me explain: I’m mad twisted
Get smacked with the black biscuit. Bags of hash got
My ass lifted, I spit raps within a half-minute
Spontaneous, blazing the traum, carve my alias
On every stage I perform, make ‘em say, “What type
Of shit that nigga A be on?” I’m way beyond, create
New songs, bomb-ass flows, bomb-ass clothes
Bomb-ass shows—yo, yo, you know how that go—word

[Hook: Wordsworth] (x2)
You don’t know what it’s like to be around here
Fights without the gun and knife, it might sound fair
Pussy niggas lie with a straight face
Quick to snitch but they lie how they hate jakes
Get out of town and don’t stay late
Don’t stay around the way, you better vacate

[Verse 2: BEN.Y. (AKA Benny Blanco)]
Ayyo, my life just
Flew by, I’m peeping through my son’s blue eyes, but keeping
Two fives two weeks from the first of July, don’t know
Why I speak true lies, sleep with two wives
Everybody think their crew live, one move and you die, but thank
The Lord for no open sores. Committing draws, rob in this war
I’ve never gone raw, so, money, run yours
Get tossed from buddha spots, blocks that maneuver Glocks
Bacar’ dark for all the sharpshooters with Rugers cocked, mad
Strangers with loaded chambers to rearrange ya
Releasing anger, now we’re repping New York like the Rangers
Endangered species, only peace is to rest in pieces
Some niggas’ thesis: leave ‘em stiff in their piss and feces
Cream stacked in layers thanks for all our answered prayers
The hustlers and the players and the customers that pay us
Clips positioned, filled with mad potential ammunition
One’s for the temple, two for the central nervous system
And it’s been hard on the boulevard, now it’s worse
Prepare the hearse, see who swore to see God first

[Hook: Wordsworth] (x2)
You don’t know what it’s like to be around here
Fights without the gun and knife, it might sound fair
Pussy niggas lie with a straight face
Quick to snitch but they lie how they hate jakes
Get out of town and don’t stay late
Don’t stay around the way, you better vacate

[Verse 3: A.L. (All Lyrics)]
Yo, yo, I’m in
The land of man filled with lies and fakes
Thieves on fire escapes that desire the papes prior
To jake, most ‘em getting tired of wakes. I
Admire the great, for the messiah await, but I’m
Losing pace, can’t end the struggles in this human race
Consuming waste, eating meat, it’s like I’m using base
Barred for seasons from the Garden of Eden
Hard to reason, I wish the Lord could pardon my skeezing
Many mistakes made me write the truth. Was it
Really a snake that made me bite the fruit? Who gave
The cop the right to shoot? Why do we fight the youth?
Feeble minds need sight for proof. We need
To regulate, dedicate, educate, meditate
Elevate, delegate, let’s get it straight. Instead
Feds wanna segregate, separate, cut off
The Medicaid, see us dead in waves. I’m dropping
Jewels, so don’t get it late. Shocking fools, entering
Minds to renovate. In this gun war
I’m dumbing out to blast faster, kicking
Rhymes ‘til I hit my last chapter—what?

[Hook: Wordsworth] (x2)
You don’t know what it’s like to be around here
Fights without the gun and knife, it might sound fair
Pussy niggas lie with a straight face
Quick to snitch but they lie how they hate jakes
Get out of town and don’t stay late
Don’t stay around the way, you better vacate