outta state

yeah. yeah. everything's real!

i got all my life to live

and i got so much love to give

but i gotta survive

and make papes outta state

i'm ready to make papes outta state

man

i got all my life to live

and i got so much love to give

but i gotta survive

and make papes outta state

i'm ready to make papes outta state

ak to the nel to the le

i'm tryin hard as hell

to pick my future before my future picks me

twenty-one years of age

not with minimum wage

don't ever seem like i'ma get paid rhymin on the stage

college

i always dreamt of tryin it; the only problem here

i don't seem to meet financial aid requirements

locked writin rhymes in the crib -- when would i get out?

seems like i'm pushin yo a hip-hop bid

at home the vibes don't feel right

my parents keep lookin at me as if i'm some type of parasite

my moms seperated from her spouse

the oldest of two kids

it's my job to play man of the house

that means gettin off my ass

makin immediate cash

that broke shit

save it for an orthopedic cast

i get road maps

learned the interstate

shit i'm headed out state to make papes; man

i'm ready to get up on a scam trip

the i-95 outta state to make the damn loot flip!

first i need a crackhead with a credit card

so he can head uptown and purchase me a rented car

just make sure that it's black

and take off the rearview mirrors cause it ain't no lookin back

i'm goin one deep

in the driver's seat

throwin the vegetarian book cause i'm ready for beef

i got a three-hundred and fifty-seven

faren-degrees-heit

of heat

better known as a burner on the street

cool

i got the keys to the car

accelerate on the gas

and have the rubber burn up

on the tar

i'm out to get money real far

i hear my moms voice

i'm wishin on a star!"