Wave Parker - Outkast (feat. Don $hel)

Wavy
Yessuh
Whatchu know about this?
The real gon' get it
Hey
Hey
This some playarific
Even as an outcast, I'm southernplayalistic
I been in the dungeon for some time
Give ya that stank funk when I rhyme
Mob so goodie, got fam on my side
Snappin' and trappin' when I slide
Even Ms. Jackson know she wanna ride
This some playarific
Even as an outcast, I'm southernplayalistic
Know my steez so clean, so fresh
This so spotieotiedopalicious
Ain't no thang when you can do it like this
Player's gon ball, we don't care boutta bitch
Player's gon ball, we just tryna get rich
This that early mornin' late nights
Too many times I cried for this shit
Too many times got denied for this shit
Now I'm on top catchin' eyes from ya bitch
Mind on the money, young nigga gettin' rich
Mind actin' funny, young nigga had a glitch
Folks wasn't movin' up to speed, had to ditch
Jealous ass niggas, tryna Rico to Mitch
This that I'ma be alright
Too many times had a doubt in my step
Almost lost it quiet is kept
Walkin' in the dark, never knew what crept
Had to dig deep in my soul and accept
What God has for my life's intent
With God on my side, I'll never be inept
Big dog status but I'll never be ya pet
Everything I spit is sentimental
Put ten thousand hours plus tryna make these instrumentals
To be able to put gold onto my dental
Shine on a nigga, have the bank at least five figures
Magic's always made from these fingers
Over years know this still gonna linger
My kids always gonna have high class dinners
All because daddy could never ever be a quitter
Hey
This some playarific
Even as an outcast, I'm southernplayalistic
I been in the dungeon for some time
Give ya that stank funk when I rhyme
Mob so goodie, got fam on my side
Snappin' and trappin' when I slide
Even Ms. Jackson know she wanna ride
This some playarific
Even as an outcast, I'm southernplayalistic
Know my steez so clean, so fresh
This so spotieotiedopalicious
Ain't no thang when you can do it like this
Player's gon ball, we don't care boutta bitch
Player's gon ball, we just tryna get rich
Young nigga from the A
You know I rep the SWATS
Mind on a lot
And still a nigga rocking like P-Funk
George Jungle on a hoe with the tree trunk
We ain't swinging on vine
But we making good time
Niggas was hating the vision was mine
Tried to make me feel like
Somethin' was wrong with my mind
That was years ago
Still letting niggas control how you feel
Then you is the hoe
Taking that time for adjustment
So better than wasting it stuck in the past
Get a hustle
Get good
Put a tax on that ass
Them cameras gon' flash
The real and the fake wanna know where you at
Yo' social intake gonna show what you lack
My circle is small
My circle is strong
'Cause they was all ballin'
They want it all back
I done learned from the folk that came before me
Play the game for the bread never letting it hoe me
Tryna be like Kobe
Cuz I wanna be better
Flow tougher than leather
I remember I met her
Way, way, way, way back in the day
Said somethin' too slick
So I told her to stay
Since then, never struggled tryna get in my zone
Still an OutKast, nigga, don't hit up my phone
This some playarific
Even as an outcast, I'm southernplayalistic
I been in the dungeon for some time
Give ya that stank funk when I rhyme
Mob so goodie, got fam on my side
Snappin' and trappin' when I slide
Even Ms. Jackson know she wanna ride
This some playarific
Even as an outcast, I'm southernplayalistic
Know my steez so clean, so fresh
This so spotieotiedopalicious
Ain't no thang when you can do it like this
Player's gon ball, we don't care boutta bitch
Player's gon ball, we just tryna get rich

Written by:
Sheldon Humphries, Thomas Brame, Jr

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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