Clear It Out

Lyrics

[Intro] I wanna thank y'all for coming out tonight This is some real shit Hahahah [Verse 1] First thing's first, when a nigga money ain't right, that makes things worse Now he's just breathing, he can bairly manage He's way past starving, he really famished Right hand man is up north, that's hurting him His cellphone 'bout to cut off, Sprint jerking him And his baby mom starting to do her thing again She left him for a nigga pumping E up in Bangleton If his money is right, then maybe he could diss her But he can't, them niggas breaking his lil sister His pops just passed, his mom used to be an ocasional sniffer, then she started fucking with the glass Dude used to be a star back then, he had the Benz He held something, but he just turned his car back in Mad karots, pauned all his rings, took the stand, next thing I know, Money pawned all his bling Now he just like everybody, with the same old plans that can't get over the hump with the same old grams They was on the block, making fun of him He slid off, came back with his hammer, and killed every one of them [Chorus] 'Cause when I come through, clear it out Play the sideline, and observe how a real nigga air it out When I come through, clear it out Play the sideline, and observe how a real nigga air it out When I come through, clear it out Play the sideline, and observe how a real nigga air it out When I come through, clear it out Play the sideline, and observe how a real nigga air it out [Verse 2] [?] I go man to man I know niggas with an asshole full of [?] go hand and hand Fuck hot, that's humidity And you can't mix money with stupidity Even though I get my coke from Columbia My cars from Germany And my gun from Sissily Nothing personal, but I was raised different Hold my joints sideways, so I blaze different Give it to anybody, fuck an age difference From niggas in the world, to those in the cage [?] Rub the kite on your chest, and swallow the stamp End of the day, they still wanna follow the champ It ain't about being lyrical, 'cause when I get in the booth, I make mearicals, and I ain't spiritual But I'm in tune with the hood, so I'm better than you And when you see me coming, you know what it's better to do [Chorus] 'Cause when I come through, clear it out Play the sideline, and observe how a real nigga air it out When I come through, clear it out Play the sideline, and observe how a real nigga air it out When I come through, clear it out Play the sideline, and observe how a real nigga air it out When I come through, clear it out Play the sideline, and observe how a real nigga air it out [Verse 3] Can't lie, all I got is my balls and my vocals And the only security I brought with is my social Don't look decent, it's like niggas left they crew in the hood, [?] Had it up to here with this fake shit They don't even want a nigga to earn his, just give and take shit Just make sure you mention my name in the top brakets Make sure they mention your name as the top faggot Trust me, this go around, I will not have it Put niggas' heads to bed like [?] How you think your man died? More money than respect, and it wasn't close, it was a landslide Listen, my nigga Your work is sloppy And I don't love them hoes, but the purple got me If I don't do it with music, I'ma do it with poppy Just play the sideline, and observe and watch me Let's go [Chorus] 'Cause when I come through, clear it out Play the sideline, and observe how a real nigga air it out When I come through, clear it out Play the sideline, and observe how a real nigga air it out When I come through, clear it out Play the sideline, and observe how a real nigga air it out When I come through, clear it out Play the sideline, and observe how a real nigga air it out