Outta State

Chorus: akinyele

I got all my life to live

And i got so much love to give

But i gotta survive, and make papes outta state

I'm ready to make papes outta state, man

I got all my life to live

And i got so much love to give

But i gotta survive, and make papes outta state

I'm ready to make papes outta state

[akinyele]

Ak to the nel to the le, i'm tryin hard as hell

To pick my future before my future picks me

Twenty-one years of age, not with minimum wage

Don't ever seem like i'ma get paid rhymin on the stage

College, i always dreamt of tryin it; the only problem here

I don't seem to meet financial aid requirements

Locked writin rhymes in the crib -- when would i get out?

Seems like i'm pushin yo a hip-hop bid

At home the vibes don't feel right

My parents keep lookin at me as if i'm some type of parasite

My moms seperated from her spouse

The oldest of two kids, it's my job to play man of the house

That means gettin off my ass, makin immediate cash

That broke shit, save it for an orthopedic cast

I get road maps, learned the interstate

Shit i'm headed out state to make papes; man

Chorus

[akinyele]

I'm ready to get up on a scam trip

The i-95 outta state to make the damn loot flip!

First i need a crackhead with a credit card

So he can head uptown and purchase me a rented car

Just make sure that it's black

And take off the rearview mirrors cause it ain't no lookin back

I'm goin one deep, in the driver's seat

Throwin the vegetarian book cause i'm ready for beef

I got a three-hundred and fifty-seven, faren-degrees-heit

Of heat, better known as a burner on the street

Cool, i got the keys to the car

Accelerate on the gas, and have the rubber burn up

On the tar, i'm out to get money real far

I hear my moms voice, {singing} "i'm wishin on a star!!"

But i got to go far ma! {sing} "but i could wonder where you are!"

On the streets just deliverin, packages

So i can just relax and get some type of livin

Think that it is when it isn't

Easy to see a family, suffer from povery, as bein given

Man, like heck, and when i get back

I'ma rip up them welfare checks

I got a new nine to five mom, so don't wait up late

My job's located outta state

Chorus

[akinyele]

I reached my destiny and my goal

I done flashed right past the dumb-ass highway patrol

If everything goes well i'm in it to win it

I'm tryin to find a hotel so i can rest up for a minute

A round of crackheads gonna show me -- neighborhood clowns

Fear me up and down cause they really don't know me

But all my hits, i see them scopin out the clip

They wanna get open, i can let shit rip!

Whatever is broke got to be fixed, twenty dimes and nicks

Step into my house made of bricks

My man gave me work, home on credit

You think that i'm comin back? tch, black he can forget it

Cause i got moves to bake, no time to be fake

Bad enough gotta watch out for a snake called jake

Money nonstop, kept in the hush

At twelve o'clock, i'ma catch, huh, the midnight bus

And watch the dough flow like water

I'm not taco bell but hell i'ma make a run for the border

I feel odd, like a extraterrestrial left alone

A calling card number, so i could phone home

To let my people know my mission went great

On my great escape to outta state

Rest in peace to my little brother donnie boy

Rest in peace to my man rakim

Rest in peace to my man, named understanding

Rest in peace, umm, to atiba

Rest in peace to my man wilson from exena street

Rest in peace, to all my other peeps

Also rest in peace, to my man t-bone

You know i ain't forget you

Yeah yeah, and i'm.. and i'm.. and i'm..

And i'm.. and i'm out!! *echoes*