Outtabounds

[Verse 1: Godemis] Gettin' sicker from blowin' up All the shakers repetitive, Patterin's goin' nuts So berserk, nobody notices that he's usin' it Give him sound advice and he doesn't know what to do with it A head full of foolishness, who was his best friend Worst enemy's energy that powers the cursed pen Jacob's reversed when he doesn't even consider In the outcome of the fight, which of us is the winner Shit is up to the sinners to show 'em he ain't the baddest But Jacob aimed to befriended on so he can reach the gattage Hangin' out on the bock where we used to play freeze tag Now he be on the block asking me where the weed's at As if he needs that to maintain I normally tell him to Kimberly, but it's hard with them chest pains And so the stress hangs right over his hollow hand Cause Jacob's a fucking bird only out for the bread [Hook] Walnut, Warwick, Gillham is crazy But what about Flora, Wayne, and Tracy Highlander, woodland, that's no good land Plywood for windows and that's so hood God bless The Paseo, Troost, and Prospect God bless K-city passed through the Projects Take a look around, ain't no view from out of town Now they count the rounds, damn homie you outta bounds [Verse 2: Ubiquitous] My dude was strapped to go, with cash to blow Close snappin' the match at homes Kansas City cab rockin' the crispy hat that lack a fold Vocalist mackerel focused on Capulo Go for the stash he hold and his gat's blowing like Krakatoa He's a natural, hustler's clean hand on his biz Manages affairs above and around scandalous fiends He creeps, he never sleeps, damn if he sits Locks clientele down watch amateurs slip He dance with a clip tucked in his sock Cancerous stick clammed to his lip Bustin' rock, customers jock him He's ducking cops and the neighborhood does nothing to stop him Cause if they ever need a favor, he got 'em You know the block stays hot, he ride a clean whip with some plates Tags registration he sure his papers clipped in a case just in case No trash on the floor of his Benz He gon be ridin' round pulling three or four of his friends Check is blowing up, orders are pouring in part are owe He hit his clients like Glass Joe with mighty blow And every night he go post up at the bar Servin' the whitey ho while he smoke up a cigar If ya cash a little low, it's nothin' he's chill Just give him what ya got now, he'll cut you a deal But don't cut out on the bill cause he'll cut you for real In Kansas City every day some motherfucker gets killed [Hook]