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joe moses - really out here lyrics

[intro]
i mean i only speak facts
that why you mad at me?
oh, is that kaniel again?

[verse 1]
[?] street ’50s, i still hang with [?]
casey and [?] they’re my b+st+rds
i was in the field, i don’t hang with no rappers
gotta [?] the atlantic now i own my own masters
i’m really who i say, i’m really him, i’m really active
yellow [?] fanatics kick doors and chain sn+tchers
i was lil’ [?] n+ggas [?] savage four, five to nine
bet them peoples won’t catch us
b+tch i’m back at it before i start as free beezy
i was in the a’s with baby tanic and lil’ weezy
[?] bang and punch we make it looks easy
shout out to peezy and the west with j+weezy
[?] no felon from my section
snitch n+gga [?] if you hang with him you gon’ catch him
still a young n+gga but got stripes like a veteran
bounty blood bangin’ [?] roll with the extras
marks makin’ threats whatchu you think we ain’t strapped?
[?] just kick back
we three are gangstas suspect to shoot packs
fhn for real, v that and b hats
last n+gga play he ate sh+lls and seen mags
n+ggas talkin’ music not me i speak facts
[?] said f+ck it we ain’t beefin’ on no apps
hood on my back, war tats and hood stories
political shooters, no [?], there’s no glory
i was in the lanes there’s no tory
[?] under 40 didn’t shoot it robert horry
portland f+ck wit’ me then i slide back to oakland
fresco [?] sacramento with the homies
too much from 92nd street that’s my kobe
free chili with the rollie, eminem he banged roland
a lotta n+ggas owe me, what i’ve done on my lonely
homies call me whopper, all the b+tches call me joey
sell a lotta white and the louis go snowin’
yellow on my cup mix the molly with the powen
[chorus]
i’m really out here, two strikes and all felons
snitch [?] case they actin’ [?]
make it outta the hood n+ggas call that a blessin’
bounty blood bangin’ [?] roll with the extras

[verse 2]
homies ain’t homies n+ggas changin’ you ain’t brodie
back in ’05 i was really goin’ donkey
prayed on my kids then i went and had joey
burns like i’m golden
hustle was the motive
i was once down n+ggas clown they all watchin’
same n+ggas sh+tted on the squad, they back callin’
same b+tches f+ckin’ on the ops they back opin’
never fell off on the gang we still poppin’
[?] kid get the money it bring power
then i put the stick in the broom we back moppin’
crustacean deals mix the noodles with the lobster
a fan of the k i ain’t doin’ no boxin’
i was f+ckin’ hollywood ho’s when they had toxic
really have future in the set [?]
f+ck the police b+tches they hit doctors
better be careful bet i know shanequa watchin’
30 young watchers what’s a goon to a goblin?
batman a b+tch on my side i keep robbin’
houston with the ties, jr and jaz mobbin’
keep talkin’ tough turn your head into a omelet
everytime i nut she keep kn+bbin’
say yeah to violence, keep silence to all my shooters stay private
5+0+2 yeah my youngest be the livest
[?] kick doors and no connivers
[chorus]
i’m really out here, two strikes and all felons
snitch [?] case they actin’ [?]
make it outta the hood n+ggas call that a blessin’
bounty blood bangin’ [?] roll with the extras
i’m really out here, two strikes and all felons
snitch [?] case they actin’ [?]
make it outta the hood n+ggas call that a blessin’
bounty blood bangin’ [?] roll with the extras

[outro]
facts
we don’t do no internet nothin’ n+gga
[?] problem with the whop n+gga
no internet nothin’ n+gga
just do whatchu say you’re gonna do n+gga
stop talkin’ tough n+gga
all you n+ggas ho’s for real for real
you really wanna know
we ain’t changin’ for no motherf+ckin’ money n+gga
n+gga
i ain’t f+ckin’ with no ye ass n+ggas, that’s do ye ass sh+t n+gga
2020 we on you n+ggas
that’s on my momma
whop
jm!

- joe moses lyrics

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