[Lyric] $ouled Out (Rocky Diamonds)

[Intro]

DJ CAPCOM..

Yea..

Niggas feel like we in North right now man
Nigga, like I'll kill you niggas off right now nigga

I heard bands a make her.. I heard bands a make her dance

[Verse 1: Rocky Diamonds]

Uh, look..
Dear mama your son is older
I handle it like a soldier
In this bitch 'til its over
I couldn't be any closer
The dream is still alive as long as my brothers breathing
Rookie on the roster, I'm just trying to start my season
But who do I believe in?
The game is so misleadin'
Faithful is not an option when bitches is cool with cheatin'
I'm in this bitch like I'm fuckin', them niggas okay with leavin'
I told her to keep suckin', you can get back to the breathin', oh
In My Lifetime, I Swear I Got More Done When I Was Unsigned
The grind turned the industry to lunchtime
Tell me what you eatin' bro
Erryday I see exactly what I'm dreaming tho
Keep a dutch rolled up, keep a deuce po'd up
I don't need a fo, it don't take much for me to slow up
Young skinny nigga, do it big tho
Crazy cuz I ain't even the person I like fo
La familia stay turnin' the city up
Same niggas who rockin' be the ones who used to envy us
But it's all love, you finally found yourself
I'm finally in the ring and I finally got the belt
Feelin' like Floyd, nigga I'm on
It's like a muhfuckin iPhone to a Droid... (God damn)
Damn, And Lord knows that I'm the truth
You know, we communicate every time I'm in the booth
And I remember when I rockin' the Dino
Now I got fans of Diamond Life in Ohio
Keepin' shit G like I post with the Disciples
I could spit my whole album with my right hand on The Bible, (Yaheard? Damn..)
And that's the muhfuckin truth homie
We keep them shooters outside like Luke Longley
I grab a dollar whenever I feel lonely
Hakunah-Matata, got some monsters that'll kill for me (Damn..)
Time is money, bitches want my time
Fuck the bullshit, just respect the grind
Look.. I'm a youngin and I made it homie
Ho, I'm like a scale, got you waitin' on me
Hahaha

Yeea

[Outro]

Riding low
With your ho
Blowing dro
Gettin' dough
You niggas know, oh
That's how it goes, bang..
Bullet holes, damn..
Funerals, no
Why'd he have to go, damn..
Your mom keep cryin', damn..
My niggas, not lyin', damn..
Shells stay flyin', damn..
Your whole side keep dyin'

This shit is not a war
We got guns, you niggas whores
Knockin' at you door with fourty-four four fours, damn

Get wild
All you niggas whack
This shit is past rap
I'm past facts, nigga