[talking:] 

Outlaw nigga, that's what this is nigga 

The truth is in the booth, on this one here 

Killa, this for all my niggaz on the grind mayn 

All them niggaz in the trap, to damn near 6 in the morning 

Getting that bread this for you nigga, hey run it 



[Hook:] 

And if you looking for me, I'll be on the block 

With them rocks, trying to move em all till I sell out 

Because I'm a outlaw, because I'm a outlaw 

Cooking chickens in the kitchen, pyrexes in the scale 

Doing what I gotta do, just so I can make mail 

Because I'm a outlaw, because I'm a outlaw 



[Kyleon:] 

At night I can't sleep, I'm making my mail 

Pyrex in the microwave, I'm weighing a scale 

Watching my back for them haters, hoping they don't tell 

The FED's to kick in my do', so they can take me to jail 

And even though them streets hot, Killa still on the grind 

Rain snow or sunshine man, I'm still on the grind 

Taking Penitentiary chances, to feed my daughter 

Can't stop the block rolling, and they need them orders 



[Hook] 



[PJ:] 

6 in the morning, still on the block pumping 

Daughter need shoes, nigga gotta do something 

Eyes bloodshot, I ain't slept in three days 

Laying in the bushes, boys got three K's 

Came up rough, got my game from the block 

Got niggaz dead, got niggaz on lock 

Doing what I gotta, cause a nigga gotta get it 

Game to be sold, listen to a nigga spit it what 



[Hook] 



[Chris Ward:] 

I'm in my granny's house in Washington, trying to cook in the kitchen 

I'm upstairs in the bathroom with a microwave, cooking a pigeon 

A few hours later, I'm on the street looking and pitching 

Someone was paid to come see me, so I took they admission 

Ay I'm optimistic, so I look with ambition 

Got a focused eye sight, so I look with precision 

I look with a vision, you niggaz can't see what I see 

And every hood is my hood, but you can't be where I be 

Nigga, C. Wigga got the block on lock 

And the army green H.D., and the glock on cock 

Cause these haters'll try to play ya, on the strip 

So it gotta be known, you won't hesitate to spray a clip 

So here's a tip, don't forget that I'm one of the one's 

That'll let my youngn's run through ya, like a box a honey buns 

And um all I hang around, is bosses and dons 

And I don't mind the grind, all take a million in all ones 



[Hook]