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Mick Jenkins

We Out Here

 

We Out Here

(álbum: FreeNation Presents, The Pursuit of HappyNess. The Story of MickalasCage. fool... - 2012)


[Chorus x2:]
You know the hater's gone hate
But my homies gone be down to ride, so we out here
You know they always gone hate
But my niggas gone be down to ride, so we out here

Fool

I swear to God, I'll be hooking niggas up
When it's time to leave, got you in that box, hope you box, hope you bob and weave
They done had the nation on lock since the colonies
But I'd rather stand high and die than live on my knees
I told my closest niggas tell those who don't know
Fuck a YOLO
I'm trynna live life in slow-mo
Take a photo
Maybe invest in Acapulco, gold homie
And y'all only impressing in these hoes, homie
I'm chilling with women
And they feeling my threads
Vintage Tommy Hilfiger and a breeze like linen, grining
When you see me, but I'm down to EarthProlly had a pound of earth, in my life time
Just blow trees and write rhymes
Goat cheese and white wine
Ho please, I'm quite fine
Like nose bleeds
You won't see
These proceeds
'Less I shine
Plus we flowing underground like the Pipeline
Trynna save the world with tight rhymes
Yeah we fighting crime

[Chorus]

[Playboy Prob:]
I got my eyes on the prize, playing for it
Naw, I'm praying for it
Hustle by the hour of power just like I'm playing forward
Just know I'm slanging for it
Even if you can't afford it
It's irony would have it free, shit you paying for it
That's if you want a verse or even just to lay a chorus
Damn, lay before us all of ya plans while they record us
I know you salty, take a flight, you came to board it
My game imported
So I laugh and watch you play a tourist
You niggas make me laugh
Naw, really
I speak hustla' fluently so I can play thesaurus
I know my niggas taking over and you can't ignore it
Fucking with broad niggas, baby drop you can't abort it
You see the chick I'm working with and say you can't afford it
You try to soap up all this dolla shit, you can't absorb it
Ask about me boa, Prop is a rida'
Hotta than a few inches of lava
Chill out

[Chorus]

[Outro x2:]
They gone hate you
They can't break you
If you still here, dog, then just stay faithful

Just stay thankful
Just stay grateful
You just remember homie they can't break you
They gone hate you
They can't break you
If you still here, dog, then just stay faithful

[Chorus]

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