Get Out

Lyrics

[Intro: Sauce Walka] (Chamberlain, he's coming) Ooh-wee [Verse 1: Sauce Walka] Gunpowder residue on his hands Another nigga killed by the hands of his brother, man Shit, it's hard to understand how we could hate our own kind But every time it was my own kind that brought my home crime Niggas that look like me in front of my house blowin' my home down Bullets rippin' the bricks while my stepmama on the floor cryin' Situations like this could tear a family for a long time Traumatized for three years every time she hear her door slide Niggas weren't really tryna catch no bodies shootin' at door signs But when you young, that's how hoes slide, but I was different Ever since a youngin', I been with the run down business Standin' over a nigga like I 'posed to rise, I'm no hoop pictures Chrysler Sebring's the best cars to steal, so coupes missin' Let the tops down and start whistlin' like my tooth missin' Every time my foot down in the streets like my shoe missin' When I retaliate, somebody known in your crew missin' Time I did in jail brought me home on a new mission Found out niggas hoes so I'd rather trap with two bitches Do your boy a favor, now he comin' up with new wishes As soon as you say, "No," now you fake, bro, and you trippin' Tried to teach some new ones space to grow but they too ign'ant 'Cause all they worried about is Gucci belts and fuckin' new bitches Since how can I love my brother when he wanna take my whole image? But instead of learn how, he wanna straight draw it down and steal it [Chorus: Propain] Ayy, whether we dribble out this motherfucker (Motherfucker) Rap metaphors or riddle out this motherfucker (Motherfucker) Work second floor hospital out his motherfucker (Motherfucker) Damn, we gots to get out up this motherfucker (Brain) Yeah, times get ugly, gotta bust a move (Bust a move) Yeah, all we know is turnin' ones to twos (Ayy) Yeah, back to the wall (Wall), I'm standin' on ten (Standin' on ten) Ooh, in it for life (Yeah), you know what it is [Verse 2: Propain] Look, it's crack fumes in my nose, it's pissy on the couch (Couch) Roof leakin', makin' holes that's drippin' in the house (Yeah) Eviction notice on the door, they 'bout to kick 'em out Watch your mama struggle or get dough? Nigga, pick a route And that's just indoors, see outside, Lord, them trenches wild These youngin's sellin' dope to they own family just to drip the style Niggas innocent and they takin' pleas, they scared to reach the trial 'Cause judge is hangin' niggas with no rope and they ain't gettin' out Ol' folks is rallyin', beggin' us to put these pistols down But riddle how? They killin' over dimes, we in a different time He never stepped a foot inside that church, God sent him signs Our hands up and police still shootin' like it's mili-time The hood hurt, broke as a joke and this ain't Richard Pryor so Niggas ain't tryna flip no burgers, they tryna flip a pound (Hell nah) Hoes'll set you up, you better watch out who you kissin' now The devil told rise and hopes slippin' down, facts It's like these niggas turn snake when they digits down (Uh) That love ain't real, they act in movies like it's Tinseltown (Uh) Crabs in the buckets, you come up, they try and clip you down Don't even recognize we all kings because we missin' crowns So it's a few vultures from my past, I don't miss 'em now Them folks hate to see you gettin' a bag, it bring they feelin's down They count a nigga out then, well fuck it, we gon' kill 'em now Started on the floor, bitch, now we in the sky, mane [Chorus: Propain] Whether we dribble out this motherfucker (Motherfucker) Rap metaphors or riddle out this motherfucker (Motherfucker) Work second floor hospital out his motherfucker (Motherfucker) Damn, we gots to get out up this motherfucker (Brain) Yeah, times get ugly, gotta bust a move (Bust a move) Yeah, all we know is turnin' ones to twos (Ayy) Yeah, back to the wall (Wall), I'm standin' on ten (Standin' on ten) Ooh, in it for life (Yeah), you know what it is