DJ Capcom - $ouled Out lyrics

[Intro] DJ CAPCOM.. Yea.. n***as feel like we in North right now man n***a, like I'll k** you n***as off right now n***a 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 b**h '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 b**hes is cool with cheatin' I'm in this b**h like I'm f**in', them n***as okay with leavin' I told her to keep s**in', 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 n***a, do it big tho Crazy cuz I ain't even the person I like fo La familia stay turnin' the city up Same n***as 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, n***a I'm on It's like a muhf**in 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' sh** 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 muhf**in 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 k** for me (Damn..) Time is money, b**hes want my time f** the bullsh**, 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 n***as 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 n***as, not lyin', damn.. Shells stay flyin', damn.. Your whole side keep dyin' This sh** is not a war We got guns, you n***as who*es Knockin' at you door with fourty-four four fours, damn Get wild All you n***as whack This sh** is past rap I'm past facts, n***a