Hardrock - outofplace lyrics

Yeah, know what I'm saying, yeah
I got a band in my lap right now, you know what I'm saying
It's like my lil' baby or something, shit, you know what I'm saying
Yeah

I been feeling out of place, been feeling out of love
I fell in love with shawty face, I fell in love with shawty waist
Ben Franks, Benjamins, Ben Franks, Benjamins
No fear, no feelings, man
My crazy brothers, they will kill a man
Pistol on my side, that's just how we ride
Pistol on my side, that's just how we ride
Gun to your head, pistol hit your dome
God forgive me please, I know that I'm wrong
I know that I'm wrong, I know this shit sin
But if it come to it, I'd do it again
Fell in love with the fashion, the money, the drugs, and all of it
What I want from the game? Bitch, I want all of it
Treat her like my princess, buy her some heels
I'm with my fam, we up in the hills
Straight out Atlanta now we in the hills
I just want money, I just want the bills
I'm in the backseat of the ghost
I'm smoking that dope, going ghost
Came a long way from whipping the Wagon Volks
Now I'm whipping that foreign, ho, adios
Told you I'd take a trip out to Cali', so I did it, best believe it
Don't mess round with them cats in the alleys, you can't trust 'em, best believe it
They say, "Hardrock, you so oh-so worthy, you a prophet," best believe it
See you running the world in visions, you the one, yeah, I see it

See your head on your shoulders, I take it off
We ain't worried 'bout them bills, I pay it off
All my work and dedication paying off
Kept my foot on they necks, I ain't take it off
If I got to, I'll bust it, I'll bust it
Let that motherfucking lead off, let that motherfucking lead off
I'ma motherfucking let it off

I been feeling out of place, been feeling out of love
I fell in love with shawty face, I fell in love with shawty waist
Ben Franks, Benjamins, Ben Franks, Benjamins
No fear, no feelings, man
My crazy brothers, they will kill a man
Pistol on my side, that's just how we ride
Pistol on my side, that's just how we ride
Gun to your head, pistol hit your dome
God forgive me please, I know that I'm wrong
I know that I'm wrong, I know this shit sin
But if it come to it, I'd do it again
Fell in love with the fashion, the money, the drugs, and all of it
What I want from the game? Bitch, I want all of it
Treat her like my princess, buy her some heels
I'm with my fam, we up in the hills
Straight out Atlanta now we in the hills
I just want money, I just want the bills
I'm in the backseat of the ghost
I'm smoking that dope, going ghost
Came a long way from whipping the Wagon Volks
Now I'm whipping that foreign, ho, adios
Told you I'd take a trip out to Cali', so I did it, best believe it
Don't mess round with them cats in the alleys, you can't trust 'em, best believe it
They say, "Hardrock, you so oh-so worthy, you a prophet," best believe it
See you running the world in visions, you the one, yeah, I see it