Out There - Nef The Pharaoh, Rydah J. Klyde

The yay area, yeah boy that’s where I’m from

I never sold a million records but my time will come

First show I did in Sac was Dre Day with the Jack

I’m paranoid, don’t sit behind me, they shot bruh in the back

Got the world in my palms, Jack tatted on my arms

Mix a lot, praise Allah, always kept your faith in God

Burgers at Nations, big bruh taught me patience

No pork on my fork, keep a K for the haters

This the M-O-B, yeah you know me

I’m loving how the whole world respect King Shaheed

introduced us the music made us close

You would pull up in that Simply lemonade, fuck a soda

And it’s crazy how one death fuck up the game

And these square ass niggas use your name in vain

I vow to always keep it mob I’m trying to see through the pain

Never blink, and ask God, «Am I the jack of all trades?

This nigga gonna get on out there

22 and I’ve been everywhere

But I ain’t satisfied, I’ma never lie

Mix a lot, praise Allah, I’ma never die

This nigga gonna get on out there

22 and I’ve been everywhere

But I ain’t satisfied, I’ma never lie

Mix a lot, praise Allah, I’ma never die

I’m past ill, gas spill

Hit you with that flip mo, what the Jack feel?

You ain’t gotta look around, I am that ill

In the back of the titty bar, payin' hoes bills

Is that your girl?

Is that your girl, girl aye?

Took her to the telly, did 100 in her pearl, aye

Girls say, «Chang, you the champ»

Did it all for my son 'cause he gonna be a better man

Standing by stars with a clip in the car

Sometimes I pop niggas, I ain’t never felt sorry

Bitch, I still ride scrape, fuck a rooster in a 'Rari

DJ, play the Jack or we shooting up the party

Glamorous lifestyle, Neffy so gnarly

I’m liable to pull up on a Harley with shorty

I vow to always keep it mob, I’m tryna see through the pain

I never blink and ask God, «Am I the jack of all trades?»

This nigga gonna get on out there

22 and I’ve been everywhere

But I ain’t satisfied, I’ma never lie

Mix a lot, praise Allah, I’ma never die

This nigga gonna get on out there

22 and I’ve been everywhere

But I ain’t satisfied, I’ma never lie

Mix a lot, praise Allah, I’ma never die

Got me feeling like I’m a 21 year old figa

That’s my nigga and it really don’t get no bigga

They miss the Mob Figaz, Money Gang, me and Chang Chang

Can’t see it through the bread, let your boogie bang bang

I came through pieced-up with my waves greezed-up

When I step in the place, all the bitches freeze-up

Jesus, heard she had a baby and she named him that

Queen had a King named Shaheed and she named him Jack

macker, the Calico packer

Long live the king, the legacy live long after

Smack the taste out your mouth, you say the name

In vain, the game, tryna gain a little fame

You lil lames, I’ma snatch the seats of these geeks

Hope you’d do the same for me when if I can’t speak, never weak

Naw never, nigga I’ve been mobbin' like 10, 15 years

It’s like I gotta switch gears

Ah

This nigga gonna get on out there

22 and I’ve been everywhere

But I ain’t satisfied, I’ma never lie

Mix a lot, praise Allah, I’ma never die

This nigga gonna get on out there

22 and I’ve been everywhere

But I ain’t satisfied, I’ma never lie

Mix a lot, praise Allah, I’ma never die