Out the Dirt

VERSE 1: Look, with in my 20 years of living I done seen the weirdest stuff/ Niggas ain’t there when you need them, but they say it’s only love/ I done been real from the jump/ really made it out the slums/ & I did it on my own with no handouts from no-one/ since a kid been writing poems/ only way to express emotion, roll a backwood, yeah it’s potent/ send a bitch across the ocean... bitch chose me, from that moment she was going/ 60 racks later she some bonafide hoeing/ I.... can’t stop pouring, got the bitch still touring/ 304 done got her heart broke... baby you gotta focus/ bitch got her heart broke, sorry it’s short notice/ you couldn’t meet my quota, & baby you wasn’t worth it/ it’s pimpin going on/ come buy it, I got the whole kit/ you stripping on the pole or finessing the mind of a trick/ Im gone need my donations daily, a feen for the strips/ trying to cop that big body Benz it is what it is...

HOOK: Rather it’s a lick or it’s a verse, I’m always known to get it out the dirt (get it out the dirt)/ I been having fall-outs with the turf/ because I rather send a bitch for what she worth ( I’m gone put the game first)/ & just in case this rap don’t work, I’m gone always have my hands on her purse (my hands in her purse)/ how you pimpin but you go to work, clocking in nigga tell me how that work?

VERSE 2: Done seen it all, done done it all, took a lot fights, crashed foreign cars/ why niggas still trippin? Because I knocked him now he bitchless/ that shit is so suspicious, that’s BFE if you ask me/ niggas on the blade trying to fade over the bitch I knocked last week/ Hoe please, hand me that fee before approaching me/ my guidance on a whole nother level, so come praise a P/ 2500 & maybe you can stay with me/ tell me all your wishes, I’ll turn them into your living dream/ who is he? That guy kicking flavor, the cleanest on the scene/ you fuck for free, can’t hang round a playa, yo pussy probably stink/ S.A.B the label, it’s nothing but IZM on the team/ free the pimpin mozze campaigning until he out the clink/ the page shutting down, but the blade boomin all day and week/ my bottom hoe she down & around & she just stole an AP/ giving thanks above to the game gods for blessing me/ respected by O-P’s, all across the state churchin over seas....

HOOK: Rather it’s a lick or it’s a verse, I’m always known to get it out the dirt (get it out the dirt)/ I been having fall-outs with the turf/ because I rather send a bitch for what she worth ( I’m gone put the game first)/ & just in case this rap don’t work, I’m gone always have my hands on her purse (my hands in her purse)/ how you pimpin but you go to work, clocking in nigga tell me how that work?