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

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 [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

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 [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