Weigh Out

[Post-Chorus: Apes]
I got a hundred in pocket I'm gone off the sauce nigga
Up like I'm running yo' pockets you taking a loss nigga
Don't wanna come outta pocket don't fuck with a boss nigga
'Cause we got a lot on the line, we got a lot on the line

[Verse 1: Apes]
Apple sour Now and Later's, and mashed potatoes
I'd rather smash now than later, throat of a alligator
Flameproof, burning through the Backwoods and the roof in the coupe
Ain't no coupe, just a nigga writing words on the stoop
We steady looking for the truth, hanging on every corner but jugging was the noose
Banging on every door in heaven like 'nigga where the proof?'
You don't believe me nigga? Step into the artist session, don't be qualitescent
Tryna move it slow to teach us all a lesson
Ain't teaching cardio but this my heart professing, back from '88
Sitting bumping 40, pockets hurting in a major way
Told my patna 'dude just keep it black' and then I fade to gray
Back in the day, we'd blow it out my girl was Macy Gray
This game ain't free my nigga pay-to-play
Off that wax I use that wax so I don't need no K to slay
Get off my back I roll my Back' then turn my back and fade away
Keep coming back like cul-de-sacs they know it's crack can't stay away
Lead heavy spit, left they heads empty like Eastmont
Mobbing like three Dots, quality that got they heads bobbing like treetops
Knotted like P knots, mobbing like T-tops, nigga

[Chorus: Pass]
I'm way out
From the other side, I'm way out
Yeah I'm hella high, I'm way out
I just caught a vibe, I'm way out
Yeah I got it
Do it for the Town I gotta go hard
I just put my niggas on a new wave
Smoking to the neck I'm tryna get right
Bitch I'm Mac Mall I'm tryna get right

[Post-Chorus: Apes]
I got a hundred in pocket I'm gone off the sauce nigga
Up like I'm running yo' pockets you taking a loss nigga
Don't wanna come outta pocket don't fuck with a boss nigga
'Cause we got a lot on the line, we got a lot on the line

[Verse 2: Pass]
Yo, hotboxing in the rain
My patnas dropping like flies, I’m plotting on some thangs
These rappers get robbed in Oakland for rocking all them chains
Pocket full of game, not for sale but I’m a prophet man
Lightheaded off a fanta leaf
Quantum leap, ain’t no talking ‘cause you obsolete
Don’t got to speak, yelling ‘fuck the police’
‘Cause the OPD wanna put us in the cage like slaves
G-O-D so I shoulda been praised not appraised now I’m full of rage finna OD they want us to behave
Now they wonder why a nigga finna get faded I celebrated the minute I made it, uh
Past 25 now I’m hella high tryna get rid of the feeling I hate it
I love it so fuck it I gotta get down the cause
Folks not there when I’m down fuck ‘em all
Post right there in the Town till tomorrow
Now my ghost might ghostwrite for ya’ soul price get a bar
Mobbing with my brother, had some weed for sale
Now that whole pack to the neck, I don’t need a scale
Young black boy, white folks say he speaking well
I can’t even tell ‘cause we inhale we steam like we in hell the chosen one
Rolling one, hope it slow the pain, going dumb
Going numb, hold the Novocain
I know the pain, I’m back again we going orangutan, soak up game
I’m out my brain this ain’t a thang I’m way out

[Chorus: Pass]
I'm way out
From the other side, I'm way out
Yeah I'm hella high, I'm way out
I just caught a vibe, I'm way out
Yeah I got it
Do it for the Town I gotta go hard
I just put my niggas on a new wave
Smoking to the neck I'm tryna get right
Bitch I'm Mac Mall I'm tryna get right

[Post-Chorus: Apes]
I got a hundred in pocket I'm gone off the sauce nigga
Up like I'm running yo' pockets you taking a loss nigga
Don't wanna come outta pocket don't fuck with a boss nigga
'Cause we got a lot on the line, we got a lot on the line

[Verse 3: Apes]
Hands up, now where they at
Nigga never ran but, we on the track
Hoe you better come back, and run it back
Quarterback, quarter sacks, got ‘em running back for them quarter bags
And run it off, fuck it off
Got another order that, we from where niggas rob the dopeman
Hands up, put ya’ hands up, run the bag, now run it back
We gon’ take it all away, no coming back
Hundred percent hustler, just keep it lit
Only for the customers, we on some shit
Boy we coming back now, just get it lit
Boy just keep it lit just keep it lit just keep it lit
Boy just keep it lit just keep it lit just keep it lit
Nigga run the grams up, and run the motor
Boy my cup it runneth over, burn some doja
Baby girl I’m coming over, don’t ring ya’ phone up
Nigga foaming at the mouth, my cup is foaming
Styrofoam leaned up, this shit is potion
Nigga it’s the doja, boy this shit be potent
Floating like it’s lava, rolling like the ocean
Floating like the ‘tussin, nigga got her open
Nigga what ya’ talking? Loud as we be smoking
Talk what you be smoking, off the rope-a-doping
Nigga we be coasting, nigga what’s the motion what the God like?
Baby what you got it like? What I gotta like? I’m way out
Keep a package on me ‘fore I fade out, fade out

[Verse 4: Pass]
And it’s Animal Planet man I’m jamming don’t panic automatic flow habits the dough man
And I know I’m hot headed God damn it I’m not planning to stop dented I gotta go man
Now I’m ghost man
I ain’t slipping I’m just dipping through the coast man
I got a vision shit is different up in Oakland
I’m on a mission I can’t just get with the program
I’m smoking weed, drinking tea and popping Adderall
Low-key think I’m dreaming might be after all
I’m with them animals, where I live is still a zoo
Rolling this gorilla glue, got no filter tryna clear the view
Got no feelings like a killer do
Got no ceiling aim at Dylann Roof
Hella rebellious felon I’m living proof my shit uncouth so what’s the use?
Fuck a truce who got the juice you fade to black
And I got a screw loose but I won’t lose I’ma make it back

[Chorus: Pass]
I'm way way way, I’m way out
From the other side, I'm way out
I just caught a vibe, I'm way out
I been drinking too much, I’m way out
I been thinking too much, I’m way out, way out