outlaw - king moe lyrics
sitting in the trap making house calls
all that loafing too expensive what your couch cost
i was coasting in that rental what about y’all
told my right hand sometimes you got to hit em southpaw
middle finger to the law, i’m an outlaw
middle finger to the law, i’m an outlaw
if you got vision, but no hustle, it don’t amount at all
i say look
open your third eye it be the ones next to you
you find yourself exhausted if you being too accessible
quarterbacking plays of hail mary till we catch a few
don’t know magic you reach for my karats you turn vegetable
around a bunch of know*it*alls it seems questionable
just a little food for thought that’s indigestible
when it comes to moving weight i’m a professional
plush baggies stacking work inside the sectional
pay attention to these gems i’m dropping crystal clear
playing p*ssy, you get f*cked, but ain’t no whiskers here
when you roaming through the streets keep a pistol near
all my kings sticked up like a wicker chair
without the fishing gear we left em hooked
claim they getting chicken but it seems undercooked
that’s why i’m doper than a fiend syringe
they point fingers when they could be lending a hand, let’s go
sitting in the trap making house calls
all that loafing too expensive what your couch cost
i was coasting in that rental what about y’all
told my right hand sometimes you got to hit em southpaw
middle finger to the law, i’m an outlaw
middle finger to the law, i’m an outlaw
if you got vision, but no hustle, it don’t amount at all
i say look
switch to southpaw i hit em with the feature first
suckers know that i was born to k!ll like the reaper’s birth
do this for the youngins in the field that’s on street alert
tried to be a christian but the preacher said that i’d be cursed
astaghfirullah i’m such a godly man
crimson tide lexus sliding blocks is such a hockey game
fishbowl windows so they see me drip like drops of rain
cause rain used to fall through the ceiling of my house of pain
children of the sun i know exactly what my roots are
before you step up in this field you got to take your shoes off
mike jackson won’t the only n*gga that could moonwalk
cause i was trapping like a fool, stepping on some moonrock
when life hand me lemons i make sweet dessert
you can have the planet what your reason’s worth
the ghetto is a set up but the meek the earth
riding with a bomb i hope they don’t do an illegal search
sitting in the trap making house calls
all that loafing too expensive what your couch cost
i was coasting in that rental what about
told my right hand sometimes you got to hit em southpaw
middle finger to the law, i’m an outlaw
middle finger to the law, i’m an outlaw
if you got vision, but no hustle, it don’t amount at all
i say look
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