Outta Here

Lyrics

[Intro: Jay Rock & DJ Noodles] Yuh, yuh, uh (uh) Jay Rock! Mic' check, mic' check "Follow Me Home"! Yuh, yuh, mic' check, mic' check The new album coming soon to a hood near you Yuh F-F-Fix Ya Face radio!! Yuh, real shit, yuh DJ Noodles It's Fix Ya Face! [Verse 1: Jay Rock] I'm just a young nigga who live in the hood Tryna make a lil' paper, gotta do what I could No, do what I can, 'cause mama baby boy's a man Fuck a nine-to-five, I'm selling these grams Shit, I could've played ball, but my grades wasn't up to par Dropped out, started cooking it raw Running from narcs after dark, got no choice but to foot it through them rocks and them bushes Pray to god they ain't lookin' Look, I'm never slippin', got the Glock in the car Posted up on the block, got the Glock in my draws What the fuck did you thought? I'm strapped for a reason Motherfuckers droppin' like flies this season Trials and tribulations, that's all a nigga facin' I roll up blunts, just smoke 'til I'm faded Nigga tippin' a bottle, downing my sorrows Livin' for today in hopes to see tomorrow [Chorus: Eastwood & DJ Nooul]dIes'd give anything just to make it Outa here Outa here As soon as my time comes [?] I'm outa here I'm outa here [Verse 2: Eastwood] [?] fuck rap, if it ain't your thing Me and my niggas been getting the street money since [?] All I ask is respect these days And put your pistol down, coward, knuckle up, you can all catch fades I've been through enough bullshit, to serve a whole country [?] at his best, my own parents didn't want me Here to take from the rich, and give back to the poor They tried to blow us out, but I'm here to eat [?] While Jay Rock was pitching off the porch in them projects I was on the east, busting them long metal objects I stay focused, my family was hopeless Months with no lights, and gas flooded with roaches I had to work my magic, and package that [?] I had the whole block sold, the shop officially open You can die young or rich, or die hopeless Lost my bro to a hootout, died with his eyes open In the streets [Chorus: Ab-Soul] I'd give anything just to make it Outta here Outta here As soon as my time comes Two fingers up (I'm outta here, I'm outta here)