Hell out of Dodge
[Verse 1]
Spoke to the lord, said what’s the moves he said steady your course
Been consistent but ain’t have as much leverage before
You see the throwbacks before you see me step in the door
Miyagi pop shit like I’m the one beheaded the corpse
I’m the thought about the thought that’s ahead of the thought
Dope smoke and good music seems that’s all he was taught
Global sports bush market where the fitted was bought
Now I get em by Marcy I ain’t Gotta import
[Chorus]
Don’t rеally give a fuck what your on tho
He count cake and movе a lil nameless like John Doe
The midnight writer got the hell out of dodge
Had to take another route cause the feeling was odd
These dim lights get to fucking with my insights
These dim lights get to fucking with my insights
These dim lights get to fucking with my insights
These dim lights get to fucking with my insights
[Verse 2]
Capital punishment in the speaker ima Tommy the shorts
I been running way from the leachers ain’t fell pressure before
They showing love but we weren’t getting extras before
Ain’t seen me with magazine discussing textures before
Move a lil two face cuz he ready for war
We really live this rap shit, treat shit like a law
Smart the moves up now he’s managed to get in the door
Tongue sharpened up so now he get deadlier or, um...
He figured out a whole new format
Your shit wack that why your raps treated like a doormat
Back on my tical shit I kick Steve segal hit harder than off a Stella on some wild shit
Shit now they clipping like a barber on some paparazzi
Still gone give it right back if the pack is nasty
I can’t fuck with the vibe if it’s extra classy
Need bread for the verse don’t forget to ask me
[Chorus]
Don’t really give a fuck what your on tho
He count cake and move a lil nameless like John Doe
The midnight writer got the hell out of dodge
Had to take another route cuz the feeling was odd
These dim lights get to fucking with my insights
These dim lights get to fucking with my insights
These dim lights get to fucking with my insights
These dim lights get to fucking with my insights
Spoke to the lord, said what’s the moves he said steady your course
Been consistent but ain’t have as much leverage before
You see the throwbacks before you see me step in the door
Miyagi pop shit like I’m the one beheaded the corpse
I’m the thought about the thought that’s ahead of the thought
Dope smoke and good music seems that’s all he was taught
Global sports bush market where the fitted was bought
Now I get em by Marcy I ain’t Gotta import
[Chorus]
Don’t rеally give a fuck what your on tho
He count cake and movе a lil nameless like John Doe
The midnight writer got the hell out of dodge
Had to take another route cause the feeling was odd
These dim lights get to fucking with my insights
These dim lights get to fucking with my insights
These dim lights get to fucking with my insights
These dim lights get to fucking with my insights
[Verse 2]
Capital punishment in the speaker ima Tommy the shorts
I been running way from the leachers ain’t fell pressure before
They showing love but we weren’t getting extras before
Ain’t seen me with magazine discussing textures before
Move a lil two face cuz he ready for war
We really live this rap shit, treat shit like a law
Smart the moves up now he’s managed to get in the door
Tongue sharpened up so now he get deadlier or, um...
He figured out a whole new format
Your shit wack that why your raps treated like a doormat
Back on my tical shit I kick Steve segal hit harder than off a Stella on some wild shit
Shit now they clipping like a barber on some paparazzi
Still gone give it right back if the pack is nasty
I can’t fuck with the vibe if it’s extra classy
Need bread for the verse don’t forget to ask me
[Chorus]
Don’t really give a fuck what your on tho
He count cake and move a lil nameless like John Doe
The midnight writer got the hell out of dodge
Had to take another route cuz the feeling was odd
These dim lights get to fucking with my insights
These dim lights get to fucking with my insights
These dim lights get to fucking with my insights
These dim lights get to fucking with my insights