Sir Dolo - Outta My Zone

Friend or foe
Haters show they' stripes when that bread get low
Damn .. mmmmm
I been gone so long .. mmmmm
My own house not home
Feeling out of place, yea
Gotta shake somn, yea
Skirt Skirt in a Vert' lurking down 95 from the lair
Bat-Move and the Fit (strapped)
Match drivetrain, stick (facts)
All black peep the wrist
Move, work ..
Gotta get it for my peace of mind, like dime tossing cerebellum on 1 like 4 + 5
10-toes to the dirt, had to get it out the mud, no shirt
Went broke 2 times, bounced back, word to God on the 3rd
They say I changed, I tell em' you right, but this ain't no sequel though
Others still try me, wishing on would, I just roll my tree and smoke
Ashes to ashes, yet I remain, fickle problems I ain't stressin bout
Just don't touch my bread or mess with the fam
Or I might come air it out
This here ain't a warning, just a promise on the set
Flood the Audemars Piguet
It look like perfect timing
Why they actin' like they wanna know the kid
Trying hard to orchestrate my stories' end
Friend or foe, haters show they' stripes when that bread get low
Laid back blowing strong, don't take me outta my zone
Renegade, renegade
Thirsty for blessings for blessings when drowning in heavy waves
Flipping them burgers it spoiled degree on the wall, thinking how my life is a shame
Humbled me deep in the misery of my own choices, focus, it went astray
Fumbled the bag that I prayed for
Hurts more than ever to say so
And I been down drinking my pain away
Then it birthed this sound like Training Day
Though it got ugly, gotta admit, I'm thankful for going through
My shorty said show and prove
Cuz you can do better
Goals on your mind like you got a vendetta against anybody that stand in your way
Even if opposition in the mirror, you look what's inside if you need to see clearer
Profound as ever
Keep it G down to the letter
I whip into shape like a grape in a cellar
Meaning I'm built under pressure, In time, I'll be king and ain't nun' you can tell me
Aint nothing that you can tell
Charge the game, I break rank for mine
Tax evasion, back it up and skate, I ned blue face hundreds' with a Wraith in line
Stars in ceilings but I shine from Grace though
Devil thought he had me case-closed
Found out I was made for this
Never mind who don't speak my language, I'm like
Why they actin' like they wanna know the kid
Trying hard to orchestrate my stories' end
Friend or foe, haters show they' stripes when that bread get low
Laid back blowing strong, don't take me outta my zone
Laid back blowing strong
Don't take me outta my zone
Why they actin' like they wanna know the kid

Written by:
Kenneth Wright II

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