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60 east - out the inland lyrics

oktane:
man play some chill sh+t for the city
keep it litty
lets get right into it
look huh
fire it up, feeling tired as f+ck
roll some weed, ima proceed to inspire these f+cks
they been looking but can’t find nothing flyer than us
nope uh i told you look i remember back blocks weed up in the stash spots
take it out, roll it up get your blankets fold em up
nod your f+cking head when a real one talking
watch a n+ggas step when a real one walk in
ie rep catch your mother f+cking breath
ie beast on that young 60 east
a movie in these streets anytime a n+gga speak
they tell me that they fire, i hear it they sh+t is weak
like whizzes packed back in the jeep, im on a streak
women back pack rappers and g’s they f+ck with me
its like a parade i just wave and i say
yea, cuz i love you huh
how much fly sh+t can i say in under a minute
this ie sh+t ain’t no game and no f+cking scrimmage
just know that we playing to win it
my fans, yea i love you

trizz:
yea they know im bad at it, mad cuz they trash at it
smoking gas and getting use to these bad habbits
the asthmatic breathing hard on these tracks gassing
smoking on this pack im relaxing an i ain’t gonna pass it
they wanna know how i do it and i tell them its magic
you don’t see it but believe me it happens
getting at em if they yapping this sh+t ain’t just rapping
n+ggas h+lla plastic its a tragedy’s n+gga its tragic
im on the road a chosen few that’s coming with me
i don’t trust a soul cuz n+ggas is h+lla iffy
so spiffy im k!lling these n+ggas that wanna tempt me
move swiftly, the love me from the inland to the city
it get gritty, the realest im iller than any n+gga
west really its a feeling that bring out the best in me
h+lla litty, i be high as whatever im sitting pretty
i know a b+tch that got my name on her titty
60 east:
i got a bad one with me and we riding down the sixty
rolling up the sticky as we about to hit the city
already know its all love on the west coast
home of nipsy hussle and the death row uh
we top tier and know we keep the crop near
out of towners flying in trying to cop here
no shop, bag straight from the op yea
we get it all night, know the party doesn’t stop here yea
reporting live from the west side
west coast till i die and the next life
no test ride this fresh off the lot dog
we get what we want we don’t ask what it cost na
out here you got to watch how you move
cuz we ain’t got a lot but got a lot to prove
homies out grinding trying to pay they dues
so its nothing to put you on the world star news, lets go

sly boogy:
they got em c+cking back the strap for the gat play
bringing the smoke that’s retroactive like back pay
fl!cking the ashes from the bat into the ash tray
knocked down a nickel now i’m fresh out the half way
they sneaky as behind the back talk, you can dead it now
a gossiping man is as foul as a pedophile
if he moving through the streets go on and hunt em down
shove the muzzle in his pie hole and shut em down
he been a b+tch since he slid out the p+ssy hole
that funny smell you smell is from his fingers up his p+ssy hole
you see that’s how they master bate
conversating with other dudes hoping they get they asses ate follow the protocol i don’t argue with know it alls
but if you want the beff i got mother f+cking stroganoff
you got your mouth writing checks and you don’t know the cost
all that wannabe tough guy bravado i blow it off
oh you don’t want to see me react to that
you don’t want to rump with me i guarantee that’s a fact
with your sweetass, you don’t want see that relax
f+ck that back and forth sh+t i got a ski mask for that huh
so pick one the morgue, or the er
this is for my felons on that bet and gr
all these oppressed people they ain’t as oppressed as we are
but don’t trip fam one day we all gonna be stars

- 60 east lyrics

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