If I rap about my life, would they look at me different
Youngin straight from the trenches, I had a bigger picture
See, I always had a mind, and I always had to grind
I put my all into this music, so I know that I'm gon' shine
I'm From a f*cked up city, I'ma change the prospect
It get hard, cause I only care about the drugs and violence
When you comin' from the struggle, gotta give it all you got
I'm doin' everything I can to get them youngins to the top
Cause I'm tired of sayin' everybody' stuck up in a box
You gotta get it how you live, so they sellin' on a block
12 ride by, he wanna take him on a chase
So much on his mind right now, he can't think
If he make one false move right now, he just might faint
12 said, put your hands up, he said, I can't
12 said, put your hands up, he said, I can't
They don't never give a chance, cause all they know is shoot
That shit crazy
You put your hands up, they still shoot
We gotta make it work, we gotta find a way, we gotta get outta here
Something got give
I spent my 24 hours in the booth, I'm just tryna make it work
I'm telling you
Got that hustle like I'm Meech', I spit fire like I'm Wayne
Quick to tell them' bout my story, cause some of them feel my pain
I almost died twice, that's somethin' you should know
Feel like God gave me a fightin' chance, I feel I'm next to blow
Youngins calling' me the ticket,
I'ma live up to the hype
I'm in the studio, ridin' all day and all night
Pen and pad by my side, I got the mic, I'm alright
I get lost up in my thoughts, but I know I'm gon' be okay
Lor martnae - Outside Looking In (Outro) Lyrics
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If I rap about my life, would they look at me different
Youngin straight from the trenches, I had a bigger picture
See, I always had a mind, and I always had to grind
I put my all into this music, so I know that I'm gon' shine
I'm From a f*cked up city, I'ma change the prospect
It get hard, cause I only care about the drugs and violence
When you comin' from the struggle, gotta give it all you got
I'm doin' everything I can to get them youngins to the top
Cause I'm tired of sayin' everybody' stuck up in a box
You gotta get it how you live, so they sellin' on a block
12 ride by, he wanna take him on a chase
So much on his mind right now, he can't think
If he make one false move right now, he just might faint
12 said, put your hands up, he said, I can't
12 said, put your hands up, he said, I can't
They don't never give a chance, cause all they know is shoot
That shit crazy
You put your hands up, they still shoot
We gotta make it work, we gotta find a way, we gotta get outta here
Something got give
I spent my 24 hours in the booth, I'm just tryna make it work
I'm telling you
Got that hustle like I'm Meech', I spit fire like I'm Wayne
Quick to tell them' bout my story, cause some of them feel my pain
I almost died twice, that's somethin' you should know
Feel like God gave me a fightin' chance, I feel I'm next to blow
Youngins calling' me the ticket,
I'ma live up to the hype
I'm in the studio, ridin' all day and all night
Pen and pad by my side, I got the mic, I'm alright
I get lost up in my thoughts, but I know I'm gon' be okay
Youngin straight from the trenches, I had a bigger picture
See, I always had a mind, and I always had to grind
I put my all into this music, so I know that I'm gon' shine
I'm From a f*cked up city, I'ma change the prospect
It get hard, cause I only care about the drugs and violence
When you comin' from the struggle, gotta give it all you got
I'm doin' everything I can to get them youngins to the top
Cause I'm tired of sayin' everybody' stuck up in a box
You gotta get it how you live, so they sellin' on a block
12 ride by, he wanna take him on a chase
So much on his mind right now, he can't think
If he make one false move right now, he just might faint
12 said, put your hands up, he said, I can't
12 said, put your hands up, he said, I can't
They don't never give a chance, cause all they know is shoot
That shit crazy
You put your hands up, they still shoot
We gotta make it work, we gotta find a way, we gotta get outta here
Something got give
I spent my 24 hours in the booth, I'm just tryna make it work
I'm telling you
Got that hustle like I'm Meech', I spit fire like I'm Wayne
Quick to tell them' bout my story, cause some of them feel my pain
I almost died twice, that's somethin' you should know
Feel like God gave me a fightin' chance, I feel I'm next to blow
Youngins calling' me the ticket,
I'ma live up to the hype
I'm in the studio, ridin' all day and all night
Pen and pad by my side, I got the mic, I'm alright
I get lost up in my thoughts, but I know I'm gon' be okay
Writer: Lor Martnae
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