We Outchea (feat. Lil Wayne)

Real life

Ace hooooood, yea

We the motherfuckin’ best, huh?

Lil bro you know I got you

I made my way from the bottom and I’m grindin’ (I’m grindin’)

I wake up every morning lookin’ for commas (for commas)

‘Bout my dollars (yeah)

I’m goin’ all out and that’s on my mama (on my mama)

On my mama

Yeahhhh

Cause we outchea (we outchea)

We outchea (we outchea)

Ain’t no sleepin’ (ain’t no sleepin’)

Cause we outchea (cause we outchea)

And we outchea (and we outchea)

We outchea (we outchea)

Grindin’ all damn night, cause we outchea

Uh, everyday that I wake nigga

I’mma say my prayers (amen)

I’mma get on my grind dawg

And my mama need a new crib (amen)

And I’mma make that shake

Gotta put the food on they plate

Stay focused and get money

Never gave a fuck what they say

Ain’t no time to sleep, I get guap

Ain’t no jordan’s in the shoe box

Ain’t no roof that came with that drop

Chase that paper, youngin’ don’t stop

Nigga I was born and raised in that jungle

Tryna to get my folk and them out that struggle

Fuck that nine to five, it don’t cut

Ain’t no job I guess that’s my luck

Yeah, nigga outchea and that's everyday

Tryna triple what I made today

This one here for my real niggas

And bad bitches who gettin’ cake

Count it up till your thumbs hurt

Put fam second and God first

Hatin’ niggas ain’t phasin’ me

You couldn’t walk a mile in my footwear

Uh, money over the best pussy

The blind hear me, the deaf lookin’

When opportunity knock, I ran out the back door

Shit I thought it was the cops, damn

I fuck the bitch with a broom stick

The same broom that I didn’t clean my room with

Stay on my toes, no ballet

Shout out my zoe’s, sak pase

I’m twistin’ weed in my mansion

I go dumber than lamont sanford

Remember when moms couldn’t afford pampers

Now she trying to avoid cameras

All I do is count my blessings, weezy f for fortunate

I came up from that bottom, now I’m richer than chocolate

Lil tunechi

I say another day, another dollar

Thank the lord for my praying mama

Watch ya back in this cold world

Cause everybody won’t see tomorrow

Money called and I’m motivated

Kill the beat, it’s premeditated

Still remember like yesterday when

Them hard times had me frustrated

Say any day, I’mma go and get it

Pair of j’s and my florida fitted

Quittin’ not in my vocab and no hate

Is found in my soul and spirit

Young nigga trying to feed the fam

Hatin’ on me, I don’t give a damn

Out here like what nigga?

You don’t get the picture like instagram

Hundred dollars to a couple grand

Couple grand to a hundred bands

Hundred bands to them big ms

And my weight up like six gyms

I’m outchea and I mean that

We the best, where my team at?

Bad vibes, I don’t need that

I done came too far to be lookin’ back

Young mula babyyy

Ace hood nigg’

Fuck these old bitch ass niggas