Lyrics:
was beating his
He might as well say beat it kid, he's on the list
Its like I'm searching for kicks like a sneaker head
He goin' keep pushing me
(yeah)
Six times for the kids like me who got ADHD just to
Ayy, when I step in the booth, yeah, that's another hit (outta here)
Perfect attendance,
And nem in 96 I'm cold
Bitch I'm balling like I Throw an assist
To Shaq up under that hole
EA Sports we in the game
And look we balling outta control
EA
my
Outta my way
Wild'n out
We've returned for all of our pay
You can not
No you can't make another hit
Try to replace the lot of us
You still ain't
no rules for us) Show me how and I will, I'll get outta here
(Downtown)
('Cause it's dangerous) I'll start climbin' up hill and get outta here
eatin' by the fishes
I be really doin' this shit got me shootin' with percision
Like how Klay and Curry did it
And I hope I'm never missin'
Still will
but screamin', "Where's my award?"
Ballin' out of control, never won an ESPY
'Bout to buy a black ghost and call that shit SP
Flow outta this World,
but screamin', "Where's my award?"
Ballin' out of control, never won an ESPY
'Bout to buy a black ghost and call that shit SP
Flow outta this World,
over another niggas loot and fucking up the currency
Born and bad seed outta the crowd
Like David Guenna you don't wanna see me angry pal
I'll raise up
they be like oh no
Somebody stop chango! This nigga outta control
Man I'm bout tired of you niggaz plus I'm sick of these hoes
But I don't care bout none
alright, alright
Don't everybody like the smell of gasoline?
Well, burn, motherfucker, burn, American dreams
Don't everybody like the taste of apple
to lock us down?
And throw away the key
But without this drug shit your kids ain't got no way to eat, huh?
We still try to keep Mom...smilin'...
But Frank Ocean is great too
But you know who the greates of all of us?
Who do ya'll think? Nope
Kid motherfucking Cudi radio, fuck you!
Oh yeah I'm
the hair on the head of a cockatoo
This shit sound like a movie don't it
Ya'll already know how the fuck we coming Outta Control Records
Look if you
2021 ain't no motherfucking fun
Suicide is rampant, by overdose or guns
Covid fucked up business, families running outta funds
Bodies of Native
you know that you couldnt fade it black
'Cause my rap's like gold, or precious gems
While your rap's like an 8th full of beeners and stems
Kid Rock
know
They know, they all know, woah
Oh, no, you got me outta’ control
Why won’t you leggo my ego?
Tell me something I don’t already know
Kinda’ funny
Back when Paul Wall had us sitting sideways
Back when Rob Davis was dropping them tapes
Now i sit back and bounce to the bass
Get outta my face, get
braggin' on the shit
That you hadto a nigga that got it now
You outta bounds, livin' off ya man name
Like you popped a Ruger
Knowin' damn well you Ben
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
So much green gettin twisted like Botanical Garden, let's go
You, know, I, got
What it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin' turn
So much green gettin twisted like Botanical Garden, let's go
You, know, I, got
What it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin' turn
Heinous, All y'all betrayed us, made us feel like
We ain't good enough became a slave to the paper
I never let it change me You know gravity has us aging
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