[Intro]
C-Lance

[Chorus: Joey Cool]
Get out your way, get out your feelings, get out your pain
Get back to business, get back to living, get out the cage
Back on the bullshit, back on The Cool shit, pick up the pace
We got to do shit, brush off the dirt, jump back in the race
Get out your way, get out your feelings, get out your pain
Get back to business, get back to living, get out the cage
Back on the bullshit, back on The Cool shit, pick up the pace
We got to do shit, brush off the dirt, jump back in the race

[Verse 1: Joey Cool]
Trust me, life get a little bit ugly
Might get a little bit touchy
Have a n***a thinking you bugging
I givе no fucks, I'm thuggin'
I'm kicking this dirt up, dusting
I'm thinking this world disgusting
But I'm after this girl, I'm lusting
I don't do ugly ducklings
I ain't ever been ugly nothing
I admit I'm a littlе distrusting
That ain't ever really stop me thrusting
That ain't ever really stop me fucking
And the crew came through big stunting
You tryna move me, no budging
I'm liking what a n***a becoming
You can't think straight when you're big mad
We need more weight, where the big bags?
We need more cake, where the big bills?
Big stepping on lines, no zig zag
We up, made it to the game, no prenup
Got a little energy freed up
I done got a head start, n***a, keep up
You can't think straight when you're big mad
We need more weight, where the big bags?
We need more cake, where the big bills?
Big stepping on lines, no zig zag
Flexing, I ain't ever take loss, that's lessons
I ain't ever seen luck, that's blessings
Might develop a slight obsession
[Chorus: Joey Cool]
Get out your way, get out your feelings, get out your pain
Get back to business, get back to living, get out the cage
Back on the bullshit, back on The Cool shit, pick up the pace
We got to do shit, brush off the dirt, jump back in the race
Get out your way, get out your feelings, get out your pain
Get back to business, get back to living, get out the cage
Back on the bullshit, back on The Cool shit, pick up the pace
We got to do shit, brush off the dirt, jump back in the race

[Verse 2: Joey Cool]
The rumors are lies
The boom comes soon, n***a, you been advised
Cool televised
Shades on, still see through jealous eyes
Swallowed my pride
Get out your feelings and follow my tribe
Y'all don't want strife
Gang shit, n***a, little homie, I'm tight
You feel like dust on shelves
N***a, you get up yourself
Gotta tighten up your belt
My n***a, don't block your help
My n***a, don't block your blessings
Fought back, homie, you wrestling
Life be straight suplexing
You gotta have straight obsession
(Ayy, gon' switch it up on these n***as, Joey)
You in your head, huh?
Stuck in your bed
[?]
Said what I said, huh
I done been there, make a n***a feel dead, huh?
Tryna self med, huh?
Chasing that high, tryna gather up bread, huh?
Said what I said, huh
I done been there, make a n***a feel-
You can't think straight when you're big mad
We need more weight, where the big bags?
We need more cake, where the big bills?
Big stepping on lines, no zig zag
We up, made it to the game, no prenup
Got a little energy freed up
I done got a head start, n***a, keep up
[Chorus: Joey Cool]
Get out your way, get out your feelings, get out your pain
Get back to business, get back to living, get out the cage
Back on the bullshit, back on The Cool shit, pick up the pace
We got to do shit, brush off the dirt, jump back in the race

[Verse 3: X-Raided]
I said "Move bitch, get out the way"
I'll throw them bows without delay
We ruthless, put a hit out today
Hella n***as looking for you, better get out the 'K
It's ludicrous, I'm focused on health
And I'm building wealth, what's your fantasy
Fools pissed, I choose myself
And I plan to be a light-year ahead of your strategy, strategy
I am the shocker, 24th Street South Side G Bloccer
Horace Pinker, I'm out of control
Got off parole and I got a chopper
Du, Du, Du, Du, Deuce Four
That's the type of shit we let loose for
Have you bitches begging for a truce, hoe
You either move nice or you move slow
I'm back knocking, knock knock knocking
Four masked men in a black Datsun
Harassing n***as like a black goblin
Glide through your block tryna smack something
Shoot a rapper like bars are lead
They'll be coming like bullets when I pencil 'em
Extraordinary gentleman full of peak adrenaline
Coroner outlined him in chalk like he stenciled him
I'm standing there sizzling
I'm reigning, you're drizzling
I'm on fire, your flame is fizzling
Felt the momentum swing like a pendulum
Booth is his grave and I frequently visit him
Move bitch, get out the way
I'll throw them bows without delay
We ruthless, put a hit out today
Hella n***as looking for you, better get out the 'K
[Chorus: Joey Cool]
Get out your way, get out your feelings, get out your pain
Get back to business, get back to living, get out the cage
Back on the bullshit, back on The Cool shit, pick up the pace
We got to do shit, brush off the dirt, jump back in the race
Get out your way, get out your feelings, get out your pain
Get back to business, get back to living, get out the cage
Back on the bullshit, back on The Cool shit, pick up the pace
We got to do shit, brush off the dirt, jump back in the race