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outlawz – dat cloth lyrics

[chorus]
[?]

[intro: young n0ble]
yeah, outlaw, young no’, one nation
yeah, let’s get it
uh, worldwide
n+gga’s [?], it’s about time
sh+t, we here, n+gga
yeah, c’mon, let’s get it

[verse 1: young n0ble]
yeah, i’m young n0ble, the [?]
i came up in the bubble goose, bubblin’ coats
you either hustle or you broke (broke)
we all in the same boat (boat)
i told the loyal homie, hold his head, stay afloat, keep ghosts
turn up the hustle and motivation (yeah)
i spit it for lost souls, duckin’ them drug cases
on my verses like scriptures, ghetto gospel flow
think you know mе, but n+gga, you don’t hardly know
what’s the facts from the fiction
used to bag crack up in my momma kitchеn
only thirteen, making adult decisions
off the porch way too early, just to [?]
last night shrimp fried rice, [?] and fourty
it’s a gangster party, outlaw [?] sh+t
it’s all about business, we don’t need no new friendships
we mash together, plus we gettin’ cash together
blast whenever, knowin’ it don’t last forever, d+mn
[chorus]
[?]

[verse 2]
looks like the price n+ggas pay now to wave a gun is stay on the run
n+ggas’ll chop that ass up, [?] thinkin’ it’s done
even them shatter bones’ll break, [?] for years [?]
it only happens to the greats, caught in wise debates
tryna pick sides and slides, and bribe the mob
but they got tired and robbed for lyin’ to god
that’s dated, stamped engravement, [?] inside the pavement
no payment necessary for them bodies in the bas+m+nt
i’m scarred, that’s why i’m grippin’ like the homies in the yard
literally stressin’, skippin’ every therapy session
aggression is all i breathe, knife tucked in a sleeve
i’m [?], diane cookin’ with the pots out in brooklyn
to [?]’s, where i served my brick on the curb
the nerve [?] push the clip to a perch
we mash together, plus we gettin’ cash together
blast whenever, knowin’ it don’t last forever

[chorus]
[?]

[verse 3]
ayo, i k!ll rap, n+ggas for practice, you get stuck like a cactus
you move, [i’m makin’ a mattress?]
i’m smokin’ cat+p+ss, no applause but i clap this
and still keep it dirty money in the p+ssy mattress
we ran through brooklyn, queens, pushin’ the land through
real sh+t, pac was bishop, i was bamboo
man, ooh, man, slaughter catch a man too
blam you, k!ll your man and you mad too
crack sells, extorsion, f+ckin’ black mail
pack [?] filled up with f+ckin’ black [?]
i’m just tryna cop some louis, catch a sack [?]
hit me on the black cell’s is poppin’ like a [?]
casette, real n+ggas connect
still throwin’ the tec, still throwin’ my set
hunnid’ mag, sh+t is real, they still call and collect
i pick up for my n+ggas, it’s real, that’s called respect, n+gga
[chorus]
[?]

[verse 4: kxng crooked]
the rapid+fire automatic, soundin’ like pharoahe monch bit you
enemies gettin’ stomped out, n+ggas look like they moshpitted
livin’ like our hearts in antarctica ’cause it’s frost bitten
got so many k’s and 9’s, feel like i’m dog+sitting
why we gotta live like this? my n+ggas is all trippin’
my n+ggas is all shippin’ off bricks, my n+ggas is all pimpin’
hard livin’, just tryna dodge prison, with our god given talent
now i’m spittin’ barism in your car system
askin’ how he f+ck to make bread, when i never had dough
like tryna change a flat when your jack broke, we was that low
flat broke, oppressed black folks start to crack smoke
others still sleep but they act woke, so they lack [?]
i started studyin’ people i was inspired by
now i’m vibratin’ higher like a messiah ride
whoever’s prayin’ on my downfall’s losin’
i’m pullin’ up, rockin’ some outlaw [?]’s like “how y’all doin’?”
it’s crooked, n+gga

[chorus]
[?]

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