Out Of This World

[Chorus: Cross]
I'm not a lyricist, no
All these bangers, just clear assists
Amidst all of these struggles
So much weight, like I got muscles
Out of this world, call me a shuttle
Can't ever seem to stay outta trouble
Burying my issues, call me a shovel
Always find shortcuts through all my hustles
Silence my life, call me a muffle

[Verse 1: Cross]
Very controversial, Uncle Ruckus
Got the Glock, I keep it tucked in
One of a kind, one you can trust in
Some about me, enough about you
How many bullets I need? Only need two
One for the warning, other just fatal
Leave you in the medical bed, no comfort, this ain't a cradle
I stand silent so the secrets come loud
They don't acknowledge me now, but they will someday
I don't want a spotlight, no attention from a crowd
Just a comfortable life with the least amount of stress, that is a vow
Leaving the wrongdoers sorry
I ain't asking for attention, no stream, this ain't iCarly
I just want my name to be known in a positive manner, life of the party
If someone is stopping you in your tracks to be big
Pull out the drawer, hand on the sig
Maybe not that far, you get the gig
Your goal should be to be the best, too fast for others call you a mig
Perfect takeover, screw all these pigs
(Yeah, screw you!)
(What did you call me?)
(Ay, frick you)

[Verse 2: SirLKM]
I’m not a lyricist, no
Don’t even try but I still pull yo- woah!
Amidst all of these struggles
Don’t mess with me 'cause I got the knuckles
Be on the block and I got out my .9
Yo' girl ain't text you, you should take a sign
Don’t be wasting yo' time
Maybe go and make a rhyme
I pull on the street and I shoot opposition
Get the money like a GTA mission
Count the bodies, I’m doing addition
And make 'em disappear like a magician
Don’t care what you gotta say
'Cause at the end of the day
I’m makin' bangers and no one can stop me
So how 'bout you just go your way?
Break in the bank and take out the safe
They pullin' guns, so I gotta strafe
Shoot a bullet, gon' change up his face
They put me in jail, so I run out this place
Bang, bang, that's the sound of my gun
Child support? That's not my son
Gettin' rich just to have some fun
Me and Cross, yeah we number one

[Chorus: SirLKM]
I'm not a lyricist, no
All these bangers, just clear assists
Amidst all of these struggles
So much weight, like I got muscles
Out of this world, call me a shuttle
Can't ever seem to stay outta trouble
Burying my issues, call me a shovel
Always find shortcuts through all my hustles
Silence my life, call me a muffle