Ces Cru - Outtabounds lyrics

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

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

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 sit's
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