Weigh Out

Lyrics

[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