Out the Way (feat. Tom Arro)

Aye, yeah Give a f*ck about nothin F*ck about nothin I'm adding the substance Always encrusted Never been rusty Aint got the time No interruptions Yeah Okay Aye Hard in the empty Please do not tempt me Been through too much Been through too many I fell out of love Thought it was lust Turned into envy (Yah, yeah) Give a f*ck about nothing I been adding all of the substance Always encrusted Never been rusted I aint got the time No interruptions Aint got the time No more discussions Fucked it up Damn Count it up Damn Count it up Damn Yeah, damn Fucked it up Damn Count it up Damn How much is that Damn Say they wanna know how I'm comin Ten toes down so I hit the ground runnin Might post up like Andre Drummond Like Lil Wayne I'm right above it Louie V all on my luggage Try n move me but I ain't budgin This is not up for discussion My shit way above your budget (Na na na) All they do is talk like bla bla bla While they tryna stay alive like ah ah ah Fat lady singin like la la la Now I'm laughin to the bank like ha ha ha F*ck all that minimum wage I heat it up watch the temperature change When I engage I ain't got much so I give you my pain Let me explain Nowadays I don't give a f*ck bout nothin Straight from the bottom to the top I'm bussin Yeah the beat dirty so the flow disgusting Some like MC Hammer can't touch this Fresh out the box (Yeah) Steppin ten toes like ice on the rocks Just like my pop (Yeah yeah) Just got the mop, just got the top Just got the key to my city it's locked Just got the key to my city it's locked Hating to see it I hope that they rot Say that you with me I know that you not Too much dip on your chip, busta I must admit I'm a smooth mothafuckahh I am so real I exist, suckah You will get rolled like a spliff, yuppah Dippin my chip where I please I'm up so high at the tip of the trees Don't promote violence that shit ain't for me When I'm on the mic feel a shift in degrees Grindin late night while I sip on my tea Why would I lie when I'm living this free Know that I'm new to the room But you ain't gotta stare at my shoes just to witness defeat (Aye) Sorry can't hear you, smokin on loud pack Cant stand near you, no I don't allow that Heard that I fear you, sorry I doubt that Last year the air ball, this year the bounce back No I don't care bout nothin they say Prolly upset shit ain't goin they way I'ma let it rip like it was Beyblade Simon said bitch better get out the way (Aye) Get out the way Get out the way