Audio Push, Stacy Barthe - Misfits lyrics
[Audio Push, Stacy Barthe - Misfits lyrics]
I'm ridin' down Baseline
Dumper on my waste line
Baby mama textin' me
Tellin' me I should make time
It's niggas in my city who envy
Me cause they can't shine
Hate their own life so they're out
Here plottin' to take mine
But, I ain't slippin'
You kill me just know you dyin' with me
I trust in God but still got
This fifteen-shot nine with me
These niggas way too efi for me to relax
Knowing they plan to just take me
Like right 'round my back
The finess I possess is
What niggas can't match
Real life, my life so real
It's surreal to you auntie stress
She can't rest without poppin' a pill or two
Pray before I go to sleep, tie the doo rag
Grew up on the Westside
Now I'm pushin' that blue flag
Niggas your whole team on talk
You're all thugwoofers
My team all turnt up like car subwoofers
And honestly, I'm speakin' what was felt
And playin' at this life with
The cards that was dealt
That's why I'm a misfit
Now as these street lights flicker
Notice that you're dealing with real niggas
With none to lose and much to gain
All these streets is all the same
All these guns and all these gangs
But all you see is all the pain
But we gon' get this paper, nah
We gon' get this paper
Like me and mine, we gon' get this paper
And ain't no way you can fix this
So switch this
The chances are right now I can't miss this
My whole life been tied up in mischief
So right now you're dealing with Misfit's
For real
Young Lord i stay up in the palace
HS87 niggas is fresher than your stylist
Me and my niggas be wildin'
Like no harm is coming
I'm too lazy for revenge
Just know that karma is coming
In with the bullets out with your
Heart and off with your head
Stop gettin' attitude and get money instead
Speaking of money, when haters see you get it
That's when it hurts
And if it's the root of all evil
Why they ask for it in church?
I see humans but no humanity, it's insanity
Let me guess, you're mad at me?
You got them J's, no car, huh?
And if you do got one
No gas, it won't start, huh?
Your ex is a groupie just cause she
Want to be with the star, huh?
And let me guess, I'm broke and
I ain't got no bars, huh? I'm over it
Nigga 16's is all that you gettin'
Half or this rap wasn't even written
A young lion in a booth full of kittens
This boss rap brodies woudn't get it
I'm finished
Now as these street lights flicker
Notice that you're dealing with real niggas
With none to lose and much to gain
All these streets is all the same
All these guns and all these gangs
But all you see is all the pain
But we gon' get this paper, nah
We gon' get this paper
Like me and mine, we gon' get this paper
And ain't no way you can fix this
So switch this
The chances are right now I can't miss this
My whole life been tied up in mischief
So right now you're dealing with Misfit's
For real
We gon' get this paper, We
Gon' get this money, baby
We gon' get this paper
We gon' get this money
We gon' get this paper
We gon' get this money
Dumper on my waste line
Baby mama textin' me
Tellin' me I should make time
It's niggas in my city who envy
Me cause they can't shine
Hate their own life so they're out
Here plottin' to take mine
But, I ain't slippin'
You kill me just know you dyin' with me
I trust in God but still got
This fifteen-shot nine with me
These niggas way too efi for me to relax
Knowing they plan to just take me
Like right 'round my back
The finess I possess is
What niggas can't match
Real life, my life so real
It's surreal to you auntie stress
She can't rest without poppin' a pill or two
Pray before I go to sleep, tie the doo rag
Grew up on the Westside
Now I'm pushin' that blue flag
Niggas your whole team on talk
You're all thugwoofers
My team all turnt up like car subwoofers
And honestly, I'm speakin' what was felt
And playin' at this life with
The cards that was dealt
That's why I'm a misfit
Now as these street lights flicker
Notice that you're dealing with real niggas
With none to lose and much to gain
All these streets is all the same
All these guns and all these gangs
But all you see is all the pain
But we gon' get this paper, nah
We gon' get this paper
Like me and mine, we gon' get this paper
And ain't no way you can fix this
So switch this
The chances are right now I can't miss this
My whole life been tied up in mischief
So right now you're dealing with Misfit's
For real
Young Lord i stay up in the palace
HS87 niggas is fresher than your stylist
Me and my niggas be wildin'
Like no harm is coming
I'm too lazy for revenge
Just know that karma is coming
In with the bullets out with your
Heart and off with your head
Stop gettin' attitude and get money instead
Speaking of money, when haters see you get it
That's when it hurts
And if it's the root of all evil
Why they ask for it in church?
I see humans but no humanity, it's insanity
Let me guess, you're mad at me?
You got them J's, no car, huh?
And if you do got one
No gas, it won't start, huh?
Your ex is a groupie just cause she
Want to be with the star, huh?
And let me guess, I'm broke and
I ain't got no bars, huh? I'm over it
Nigga 16's is all that you gettin'
Half or this rap wasn't even written
A young lion in a booth full of kittens
This boss rap brodies woudn't get it
I'm finished
Now as these street lights flicker
Notice that you're dealing with real niggas
With none to lose and much to gain
All these streets is all the same
All these guns and all these gangs
But all you see is all the pain
But we gon' get this paper, nah
We gon' get this paper
Like me and mine, we gon' get this paper
And ain't no way you can fix this
So switch this
The chances are right now I can't miss this
My whole life been tied up in mischief
So right now you're dealing with Misfit's
For real
We gon' get this paper, We
Gon' get this money, baby
We gon' get this paper
We gon' get this money
We gon' get this paper
We gon' get this money