In & Out

Look, let’s talk about eventful
Lifestyle mental
Still crash out your car
Lose your dapper and that rental
That’s some unexpected outgoings (outgoings)
Said she likes mi banter and I’m outgoing
We are goin' up More time these crops are flied in and out
The mandem in the bin, got go in and out
You can’t watch this barrel spin, it’ll go in and out
Not your average cycle, you’ll tumble
Don’t make me bring the thingy out
That’s bossman, with his mop and his spillage sign
Catch me middle of the bar and not the riverside
We’ll leave your whole kit red, aggregate no stress
Put seven on your back, have you tipsy at best
clean up crew for this mess
Do I put me to the test?
Hand tings not vest
That’s more waps, invest
These sweets, digest
That’s my man’s death
Yo M,
You know me, never been by the books I’m as crooked as a crook
Face down, don’t look
Become a joke
How much g’s the Vill done took?
Still screaming
Free
Same time execute a broad day knifing
Yo shush! Tell me why I don’t like him, or why he don’t like me Probably 'cause I’m fly and I’m light-skin, you
Big you up, my bad (aye)
Participated in the pen game
It’s a east ting called Rende
We run this yeah bold bells and all dat
and all dat
probably pullin' up in all black
And that’s the whip too
I love my bros and that’s the shit we’ve been through
Or half the shit we’re into
Deeper, we swim through it Like, shit, mum, what have I become?
Didn’t want this for your son
But Imma bring this home
And we’re all gettin' some
That’s the mandem too
If we wanna bang bang, shoot all our lives
'Cause were I’m from it’s probably more safe in the night
All we see is broad day bootings
Bitty stay tootin'
Youngers roll in new tings, public see them as a nuisance
Check the crime page, verified we do this
And I’m soundin' like who
And my borough soundin' like me
'member starting writin' «Public Enemy», that was me Make you visit kitchen drawers before you leave, that was me Little Steve on his coffin on my shoulder, that was me Where was you? Don’t preach about the things that I do Where was you? 'Cause it matters what is say
Where was you? Where was you?
When they took L’s
Me, I could never stand there and watch
I’m the type of guy to catch a neek and fuck him by the block
Come at swing socks
But right now, I can’t think about the dot
Cause this year’s lookin' like a lot
Never whipped it in the pot
But I tried, I can tell you about some rides
Nah I lie, would I put that in my rhymes?
Had me and my accomplice doing time
So you can catch a vibe
Shit, then I’ve already spoke too much
They’ll be in and out before the vocal’s done
In and out, in and out, in and out, in and out, in and out