MIA Ghost - Outto Flow

Stampcamp till the end i don't trust nobody else
Still thuggin still steppin i don't need nobody help
Before i take a handout i ah rather do that shit all by myself
Got them switch's we don't need no belts
Bro got killed by his own man's i got up in that field
Pops died in the cold alone that shit gimme chills
But pressure come i don't break i gotta stay real
Call my phone bout that motion i can't stay
Staying ten you gotta know i'm too solid how i'm posed to fold?
Clicking up that ain't how it's posed to go
Allat acting till we make a nigga slow they role
Chasing fast hoes ion know if niggas slow or slow
Muhfuckas lost but moving like they know what's going on
Acting like it's smoke but still ain't blow i guess they blowing smoke
Niggas clones they tryna troll cause they know we trolls
Tight spaces tryna box me in but i ain't on the ropes
If we catch em out you ain't gone hear about it on no post
Say it's up we the type to put that shit up on the floor
Re said he crack his feins up but never told a joke
Granny died right after we spoke how i'm posed to cope?
It seem like most these lil niggas got them poles to pose
Before i had my own blick, i still ah hold my own
Took the real route, it was a lonely road
Blick with me i know better than to go alone
They ain't pressing shit but them apps up on the phones
M.I.A stand on business you know what we on

Written by:
MIA Ghost

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