Out Here

[Intro] I'm on a mission and I can't be stopped I'm on a mission and I can't be stopped Feeling like that Chi nigga who was throwing up the Roc Said that he was gone get it 'fore he ever got hot [Hook] I'm just out here doing the work to get bigger I'm out here doing the work to get ahead I'm Just out here doing the work to get bigger I'm out here doing the work to get ahead [Verse 1: Raz] Man I'm def as the third key on an old phone Them niggas on that ra-ra get the dial-tone I'm always showing out boy even when I stay at home To make it clear I'm busy I put you niggas on hold That's enough with the phone lines back to the flow I'm Gone, you just missed me leave a message when the tone chime Grindings all I know like a middle school student So if you think you over me you foolish What you smoking on that dog food, homie that's my only conclusion My advice to you is don't do it Cus I done seen drugs do the worst at its finest Seen the glass dick come and fuck a family's finance And they ain't sure I got it, unless I come and spit it in Ebonics Couples years in really I'm just being honest Gifted but I'm modest, I'm just working on my timing I put it in my songs to remind you Nigga... [Hook] [Verse 2] Okay Problem is most of these niggas don't give a shit Let them boys tell it man, ain't nobody getting it Shrugging off the bull, s-s-stuttering the illest shit Lyrically I'm O-Dog and you can get your shit split I ain't playing games when I say we on Newgrounds Suburban nigga bu them city bitches love the crew sound Got them niggas feeling like "What we gone do now?" "I don't know man, guess we gotta try a new sound!" Handle what you dealing, still spitting what I'm feeling I dont do it for the millis Don't get it fucked up cus the bread would be filling I'm a monster I don't need permission to kill it Man, these these niggas doing anything to get the buzz Remember when that music shit was all for the love You can color me bad man I'm all the way awesome Hold up Mr. Lawson I think you just lost 'em Baby I'm a product of my muses Maybe they the reason for my music But I ain't seen her in a while, trynna keep it friendly I hope she don't do shit to offend me Cus then I might snap, and fuck around and hit her And then I'm just a nigga And I'm just trynna do the shit people ain't expecting of me It's cliche but I'm chasing what I'm destined to be