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Wiley Outchea

Check 1, 2, 3 then I'm outchea
Like in the 80's when dad had a power trip
And a pouch yeah but I ran the route yeah
Feet up like leather couching
Man work harder, never been a sloucher
You can't stand about yeah
All of the dogs live outchea
Outchea, [?]
Tell a fake MC, don't run your mouth here

I thought it was sweet like tic tacs
I was wrong, me and donny had a chit chat
Forget the solo, the crew ting I'm with that
Woah boy I think man-man missed that
What you mean man-a-man missed that
Woah boy I think man-man missed that
What you mean man-a-man missed that
Woah boy I think man-man missed that

Jack up all trades, roll on my blades
There I had braids but now I rock fades
I'm still a kid when I'm in the arcades
When everybody wanna go I wanna stay
I am on, always, looking at the Roll Deep [?]
Whole new game these days
If I didn't have the energy I couldn't take part but I'm cool,
I've got the skill, I still spray these days
Yo, I can't explain these ways
But everyday I breath air is a training day
Every artist in the game wanna save the day
You don't really want a headache, save your brain
I tried rolling with my dons but they ain't the same
Made a few bad decisions, I take the blame
If there's a booking up north then I take the train
Save some years of money then I make it rain
Alright

I thought it was sweet like tic tacs
I was wrong, me and donny had a chit chat
Forget the solo, the crew ting I'm with that
Woah boy I think man-man missed that
What you mean man-a-man missed that
Woah boy I think man-man missed that
What you mean man-a-man missed that
Woah boy I think man-man missed that

Check 1, 2, 3 then I'm outchea
Like in the 80's when dad had a power trip
And a pouch yeah but I ran the route yeah
Feet up like leather couching
Man work harder, never been a sloucher
You can't stand about yeah
All of the dogs live outchea
Outchea, [?]
Tell a fake MC, don't run your mouth here

Most major deals are all low deals
I was doing better off with no deal
Deal or no deal, blud I'm a pro still
Quick money, long money, sick with a flow still
Most major deals are all whack, designed so you don't see nothing off the back
Most major deals are all carrots dangling so I say F all the rangling
Let's show this, let's show that, let them know we ain't never gonna go back
Man have got MOBO's, man have got plaques
Man have sold records, badaman tracks
Now we've gotta own it, make it a fact
I'm saying too much, I ain't taking it back
If you do it all right then you ain't gotta stress out [?]

I thought it was sweet like tic tacs
I was wrong, me and donny had a chit chat
Forget the solo, the crew ting I'm with that
Woah boy I think man-man missed that
What you mean man-a-man missed that
Woah boy I think man-man missed that
What you mean man-a-man missed that
Woah boy I think man-man missed that

I'm telling youuuuuuuu
Trust me dog I can't let that slide,
I run the part, man are big like [?]


Song Meanings for Outchea



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