Outta State

Yeah.. yeah.. everything's real!

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 ****, save it for an orthopedic

CAST I get road maps, learned the interstate

**** 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 **** 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*